Welcome to 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 Janet Webb. Thank you, Janet!

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by Jan Brown

After the global ice meltdown flooded the east coast, waters rushed inland and the St. Lawrence Seaway was overcome. The Great Lakes couldn’t contain the onslaught. Chicago was deep under water. People headed west into the suburbs, most getting stuck on flooded streets and highways.

Those of us on top floors of high-rise hospitals could only gaze down at the mess, knowing that the medical personnel who abandoned us did so for naught.

Suburbanites guarded their houses, while churches appealed for food and clothing to care for survivors.

I wish I could give them my Jello.  I hate hospital food.


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42 thoughts on “Meltdown

  1. Your disaster story really made me laugh. I wonder how much hospital food they could still get up on the top floors. But there is also the Nurse’s station. They probably have food stuffed in there. And who knows how long one could live on “creamora”?

    • Yes, I’m definitely a Democrat! But, please, don’t tell Boehner the earth is round, or that it revolves around the sun. It might shake his faith to know that the universe doesn’t revolve around the GOP. He’s had enough trouble lately, poor soul….

  2. In all that bleakness, there’s a smile to be had yet. A fun line about hospital food — and what unfortunate luck to be stuck with that (better than washed away, tho). Maybe fashion a fishing pole and catch some dinner swimming by?

  3. Loved the last line – to me this rather whimsical comment shows the state of mind of the story-teller, as if they’re starting to lose it, like people might worry about the most mundane things when they’re in shock.

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