Photo by C E Ayre
What a surprise. I love old model cars.
How delicious that I’ve travelled to sometime where they abound.
The street is not bustling. In fact, it’s is unnaturally peaceful.
But I guess not everybody is driving; not yet.
I sure hope taxis have been invented!
Soon, I’ll be bouncing over these gorgeous cobbled streets in a gassy, farting contraption.
The joyous anticipation flooding my senses is food for the soul, as I race to the corner, searching for a ride.
Joy trickles away, as I realise … a fabrication. An art installation.
A waking dream. Stuck in lock-down, 2020. (99 words)
Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a story in response to a photo prompt – in 100 words or less. You can find other stories here.
RANDOM THOUGHTS by Trish 
Dear Trish,
What a letdown in lockdown. Well described.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Oh what a letdown! For a moment I was enjoying the daydream with her 🙂
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What a wonderful description, Trish. Unnaturally quiet, indeed.
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Yes. 2020 seems to be a riot of oddities. Like to post.
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Aw, shame! Though I don’t know how much fun it would have been bouncing over cobblestones with solid tyres and hardly any suspension 🙂
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Nicely told. The phrase, “unnaturally peaceful” seems both pleasant and sad.
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Thanks Bill. Well observed 😊
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You’re welcome, Trish.
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I wonder what the early pioneers of the automobile would make of it now, and everything that has come from it, including the pollution. It was nice to have clean air in the cities when the traffic disappeared during lockdown. Alas, that seems like a dream already now that we’re back on the roads.
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Agreed. We loved walking down to the CBD during early lockdown days. Nobody on the streets. Like we had the city to ourselves. Quiet and clean. Glorious.
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For a moment she was there
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