
It is a sweltering day. I had expected to be inundated with calls requesting taxi service, but my phone remains silent. Why walk in such scorching heat? While I generally believe that every day unfurls as it must, the need to put food on the table requires action. Perhaps I will drive through the city. Someone is sure to flag me down there.
Well, here I am on virtually empty streets in a city that houses millions. Where is everybody? I am suddenly overcome with a sense of dread. I spot a couple of locals on the sidewalk and make way over to them. They wearily track my approach, then turn and run! What the…? I park at the curb and tune the radio to the local news. I feel my heart drop into my stomach, as the day unfurls into a nightmare.
Melissa’s Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #277
dVerse — Prosery hosted by msjadeli. Lisa prompts us to write prose of no more than 144 words incorporating the line “every day unfurls as it must” from the poem Oolong by Adrienne Su.
























