April 2023 – Chaos Central Command

Command Post Alpha- pt 2

It’s that time again! Time to gather around the table and share some juicy tidbits of fiction with the folks of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely and talented Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can find other small tales of wonder, and danger at: rochellewisoff.com. Come on out and join us! This week’s photo is loaned to us by : Brenda Cox.

If you missed part one, you can find it here... https://mcqarts.com/2023/04/19/command-post-alpha/

Part 2

Journey log

Date: 31 PA. Not only have I seen the figures moving through the shadows, but I’ve heard them, too. Their voices carried on the wind, barely discernable.They’re real, I heard them clearly. My suspicions grow. D I dare to tell the others?

Date: 32 PA. Today, I stayed in the city alone. As I sit here, all is quiet. I have yet to see anything in the shadows, or to hear any sound beyond the frogs and crickets. Maybe I truly was just imagining… Maybe… But, I still can’t shake the feelings. I am not alone here- I’m sure of it.

Author’s Note: So far, I’ve got about 5 parts written… has nothing to do with this week’s picture, though. I hope you enjoy it. It is a chilly morning here in the foothills of the Appalachians. Brrr… Starting just above freezing and will supposedly top out at around 60-65 today. Looking forward to the first Living History event of the year locally this weekend. Packing an umbrella and looking for a pair of galoshes… LOL!

Command Post Alpha…

It’s that time again! Time to gather around the table and share some juicy tidbits of fiction with the folks of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the lovely and talented Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can find other small tales of wonder, and danger at: rochellewisoff.com. Come on out and join us! This week’s photo is loaned to us by : David Stewart.

Journey Log.

Date: 27 PA. We found the city. Empty, as expected. Pristine, as if it’s inhabitants had just walked away. There is a haunting quality to the place that I just can’t shake. A sense of… well, of not being alone here. I’m sure it’s just a figment of my imagination. Still, there is a quality of preservation here that suggests that it has been kept up by someone. We’ve set up our camp on the outskirts and are making our observations and reports as per command’s request.

Date: 30 PA. We’re definitely not alone. I saw them… figures moving through the streets…

Author’s note: I’ll be back later to read everyone’s writes! Busy day today.

Boxed…

wc: 100 exact. not sure that it has much to do with the pic though.

Boxed

I reached out to touch the rail… rusted. As rusted as the old boxcar that sat upon them. A shiver rippled up my spine.

‘So many rails…’ I thought aloud, tears brimming and ready to fall. My head sank to my chest. ‘It was another time… another place… But it wasn’t, was it?’

If I squinted, I could just make out the transport hub at the edge of the city. This time of day it would be packed with tourists, all coming to see this museum…

This rail car…

would they even remember the lives that had passed through it…

Author’s note: Been away for a while as I could not remember my password or find where I’d packed my book with it written down in. Any Hubby has new job and all is as well as it could be. Have a great week, y’all!