You win, you lose


Image copyright: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

They could barely breathe for grief and sadness as the ferry pulled away from the ruins of the once great city. They were the last to leave, the last of the millions that had fled east, west, north and south, some carrying suitcases bulging with banknotes, others, penniless.

Hank turned to Betty, “How can this be, how could this happen? Only three years ago all was well. How could God forsake us like this?”

Back on land atop a tall building, a thickset man with fake tan and corn-coloured fly-away hair stood ranting at disconnected microphones and cameras.

Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields‘ weekly 100 word challenge.

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7 Responses to You win, you lose

  1. storydivamg says:

    One lie and one lost freedom at a time–otherwise we might notice.

  2. Fantastic, ironic, topical, prophetic (?)

  3. Dear Patrick,

    How could it happen? One lie at a time. The last line has me cringing.


    PS No ‘h’ in Wisoff. 😉

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