Charles stared at the steel, all that was left of the dancing grid. The lives were lost. The spark of their souls would never flicker with the joy they barely contained that morning.
‘It’s a fitting monument, don’t you think?’ One of the bystanders said. ‘They were the best.’
‘See what it got them.’ Bitter sarcasm caused the words to cut into Charles’ soul. ‘They should’ve protected them.’
‘What more could they do? It was a failure in a rubber gasket. One that had been checked thrice before the show.’ Another spoke up with authority in his voice.
Author’s note: Off the cuff this week. I’m prepping for Nano… who knows why? This may morph into something for “Where Honor Lies”, or not. Just a little brainstorm session this morning. Anyone else going to take the Nano plunge for November???
Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here. This week’s photo has been graciously donated by: Douglas M. MacIlroy