Hovering high above the city, he watched the water invade the city he once loved, wiping every building, road, house, and man-made structure out of existence, flattening the earth for a new beginning. “Did I do the right thing?” He muttered. “Leaving?”
“It’s not your job to save the world, you are not superman” His wife, Lily, sat across from him said softly, “sometimes, all you have to save is yourself.”
“I just wish,” he began.
Lily held his hand in hers, “You can’t wish for everything,” a tiny smile crossed her face, “something’s just have to take for granted.”
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.