PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Rajiv let his camera feast on the dilapidated building; like an uncut gem, jutting out from the polished glass of the neighborhood.
Satisfied, he approached the watchman to satiate his own curiosity.
“Say. How come this place isn’t a mall yet?”
“Some court case Sir.”
“I see. When did this factory close?”
“I am told, about 30 years back.”
“Wow! Why don’t they settle? Seems like an awful waste of time and money.”
“I wouldn’t know sir.”
“Sure. Thank you.”
Rajiv turned back. He knew. Land and money seldom caused battles. The same though, couldn’t be said about men’s pride.
Flash fiction in response to Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff.