As I was hanging on the endless ladder, I heard a sound
“Sam you have had some interesting things cross your path but a goat?”
Somehow it gave me the incentive to climb faster.
There it was like a shoebox diorama of a distant past: a woman reading a book, a kid trotting about an untended grave site, peaceful death.
In angst I sighed. “The people in NewCago have sacrificed so much for the sake of power and a few coin.”
There was no longer peace in Newcago streets even death was noisy as the ghostly victims could tell you.
Thanks to Rochelle our Fictioneer extraordinaire for the weekly prompts and for Randy Maize and the photo prompt for this week.
This is my final Newcago episode for Friday Fictioneers. I have decided to create a weekly series that will pull some of the elements from these stories and expand on them.
Go to page 2 to read last week’s Newcago serial and access the entire series