Summer Solstice

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.  This week’s photo is by Renee Heath. Thank you, Renee!

street corner copyright-renee-heath

Summer Solstice

by Jan Brown

It’s the longest day of the year…but in Washington, D.C., it’s still only 15 hours of sunlight. It shines without discrimination on the picturesque as well as the grotesque. (Congress is both.)

I waited for the bus in the midday heat. A young girl danced in the breeze, her skirt swirling like Marilyn Monroe’s. We giggled uncontrollably, but grew silent as we noticed a loud ticking noise emanating from the electrical box on the stoplight.

We ducked into the electronics store, only to find a young man aiming a remote at the light post.

In a mere second…no more sunlight.

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43 thoughts on “Summer Solstice

  1. Great story Jan, the young man and the light reminded me of Dumbledore in Harry Potter putting out the street lights.Lots of mystery, I enjoyed this story.

  2. Dear Jan,

    I applaud the liberties you took with the prompt, ie setting your story in Washington DC. Well constructed story. Frighteningly visual…had me running for shelter. Nice one.



    • Thank you, Rochelle. I thought the D.C. setting would be more meaningful for the storyline. I’m glad to get your feedback on that.

      Have a great weekend!


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    • Thank you, Perry!

      I enjoyed your story as well, but had trouble commenting via my iPhone. I hope you find a tiny dancer of your own — one who shares your “hates” in music 🙂

  4. Jan, a timely story well-written. I have a bit of the feeling that if one is to go, ‘twould best to be gone quickly. We’ve always said if there’s nuclear war and our residence is in it, we want to be at the center, turned to molecules immediately. It would be a mercy.


    • Hmmm…what happens next? After the death and destruction, one hopes for peace. Perhaps an afterlife with grace and good will. It would be an interesting subject for a story!

      Thank you for reading and commenting, Dawn!

  5. Sobering story especially in light of recent events. I loved the build up and the ending. I was wondering where you were going, didn’t expect that ending. But no-one ever does.
    Well done

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