“What is it?”
“Desk chair, maybe. Plastic shell. The metal might still be good.”
The scavvies pulled the chair out of the muck and tore it apart, discarding foam and fabric and setting plastic and metal aside. There were whoops and hollers from both of them– the ball bearings in the wheels were intact, and a tension spring. Sealed, so the salt hadn’t gotten them yet.
“What was this? Business district?”
“Maybe. Cheap chair; maybe from a house, before the Atlantic swallowed it.”
“Think there’s more?”
“We’ll look for another ten. Haven’t seen a sea snake yet. I’m getting nervous.”
WORD COUNT: 100.
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8 thoughts on “Miami (#FridayFictioneers)”
A nice piece of dystopian fantasy. I would have liked to see a sea snake described!
They’re real! http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/sea-snake-california-el-nino_56251c7de4b0bce34701797b
Oh my gosh! I thought you were making stuff up!
This sounds like something out of Mad Max or Water World. Interesting and well written.
Oh yes… What Rochelle said!
A bit of story set in post-apocalyptic Florida — exactly what I need today. (That crater where Epcot Center used to be is NOT my fault. Just sayin’.)
Scavenging is not the worst thing to do to clean up all that trash around. Love the twist with the sea snakes, fascinating creatures.
Eek, beyond the end of the world!
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