The snipping sound of the scissor was lost in the background of celebratory jeers and claps.
For some it was the triumphant ending to a remarkable project.
For others it was the beginning of new adventure, the chance to start again.
And for some it was just another tick box exercise for the state. An effigy to dissuade a guilty and blood stained conscience from losing all it’s humanity. It was always the same, the politicians could never sustain their quick fixes to deep seated problems. Like a drug addict high on new fix, there was no doubt in their minds the building would fall into disarray a few years, when it’s shinning surface no longer impressed the media. When ghosts buried behind the walls rose to life again.
For Eloise it was already a little too late.
Her flesh was the foundation for all this hope. Her blood, the current surging through the light bulbs.
Alba would never understand a society that indulged it’s appetite voraciously, then plugged it’s rectum just as tight with asphalt. It never led to much.
The old build dubbed “iuventus seditio” Vesna’s altar, by the teenagers, had been torn down. In its’ place stood a new structure christened “youthful springs” by the adults who wanted a new life for all these teenagers who wandered lost through the street with nothing to do.
Thanks Rochelle for hosting the writing event Friday Fictioneers.
Quotes related to the story:
“There are two hundred million idiots manipulated by a million intelligent men.” PE
“Every positive value has its price in negative terms… the genius of Einstein leads to Hiroshima.” PP
“so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.” PN