Wednesday's Words on a Friday

 The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along to read it and add a few encouraging words.

This month the words/prompts are supplied by Cindi and can be found here

This week's prompt is: a picture is worth 1000 words. Paint us a picture of at least 100 words about this picture.

Here is my story, 156 words:

The helicopter slowly circled the city for the fifth time this year, just as it had every month for five years now. There was no sign of life.

Five years ago, when the disaster had happened, copter pilots had seen an occasional light burning, but now even those had been extinguished. There was no one left to be changing burnt out globes for new ones.

 Army personnel in Hazmat Suits had walked through and found nothing, not even skeletons.

The trees that had been denuded of foliage still stood stark and bare. No flowers grew, lawns had died. No birds flew in the sky here.

No one knew what had happened. It was as if the Bermuda Triangle had swallowed up every living thing in the city. There had been no catastrophic weather event, no sudden sweeping of illness, no bombs or other implements of destruction had been detonated. All buildings still stood.

Still. Silent. Empty.