flash fiction by Angel Gomez (teen)
15th of May
Hot day. Water was scarce and yet they still poured gallons of it to plants that were dead already. It had started last month. We were given a government issued warning through the radio. Everyone was in the chaos and it was practically impossible to leave, even weeks after the immediate panic. Except them. Them who came back with full bags of groceries under their coats, and them who had enough batteries to blast music through their portable tv-radio. I had been watching them quarrel through the window, and I knew right then, it was time to go.
This is the last entry that I’ll write.
Written on May 17, 2014, Teen Creative Writing Workshop@ Central Library
Writing prompt: “I had been watching them quarrel through the window”