The Disappeared

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
What was, what could be and what might be.

Submitted: July 16, 2019

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The door of the house, beaten and open, hung askew, letting in the elements. Crudely red-painted slogans of hate had dripped down forming blood-like droplets on the tile floor of the foyer.

November’s dead leaves scuttled through the opening with the wind. In the main room, an empty bookcase lay on its side, stripped of knowledge and dissidence. A smell of decay permeated the house from the dining room. Platters and dishes of moldy food sat around the table. Broken glass littered the floor around overturned chairs. In the basement, hidden in an old fruit cellar, a human nest, recently occupied and in disarray, held an overturned cot and a few scattered possessions.

On the second floor, an open window and a large stain of dried blood on the walkway below greeted the casual passerby who quickly looked away and hurried on.

An attic full of memories and furniture breached, its contents rudely pushed about among the dust and cobwebs where black-clad searchers sought out their prey.

The back door, not abused like the front, opened freely. The small garden, trampled by many boots, struggled to regain its composure. A tattered piece of clothing from a ripped shirt fluttered on the barbs at the top of a wire fence like the pennant of a defeated army.

The house, once a haven, cheerful and inviting, now held the silence of the disappeared.

The end


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