“Tell me how to make a detonator from this,” the old man said, shaking the old cellphone in his fist. “You know, yeah?”
“I know how. But what for?” the young man asked.
“No one comes to our old hotel any more. Let’s leave and blow it up so we can never come back.”
A rocket slammed into the hillside across the valley. Chunks of clay pattered among the trees.
“We can go tomorrow,” the young man said. “But let’s leave the hotel in peace. Perhaps it will forget the sound of war some day.”
Back in New Mexico, enjoying unseasonably cool weather and humidity approaching 50%. The rains have come and the desert looks green, at least to my eyes. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: