“The screens, watch the screens.”
“Red, blood red, numbers falling, falling, falling. Looks bad.”
Silence followed. The pit was deathly still. Everyone watching as the world crashed, watched the figures, watched the news streaming, read that banks were folding, that bankruptcy is the new black.
They stood in small groups, heads in hands, city pallor paler than usual, some near tears.
“God save us,” some called.
Some called, “The government will save us.”
The chanting started in one corner of the room, spread, increasing in volume, “Let the taxpayer pay.”
And so it came to pass.
Armageddon it was not.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers’ 100 word challenge. Find it here.