Three Line Tales : Silent Night

 

three line tales week 66: a pylon with red sunset

photo by Adi Ulici via Unsplash


The electricity pylon still stood, though three lines had broken free during winter storms. The metal chords lay where they’d fallen – half-buried in the swaying grass – giving the tower the forlorn air of a skipper having fumbled the rope.

Jim savoured his last pre-rolled cigarette, the tobacco dusty and bitter on his tongue. The workmen hadn’t come to service the tower since before the TV stations put up their test cards for the last time. Since before the screens blacked out for good.

He crushed the cinder under his boot, listened to his final smoky exhalation. And headed for home.


Written for Sonya at Only 100 Words’ Three Line Tales – see here to join in and to read the other stories.

Another dystopian vision this week – perhaps it’s because I’m reading Justin Cronin’s The Passage at the moment. It’s good, do take a look.

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8 thoughts on “Three Line Tales : Silent Night

    1. Thanks so much Penny. Funny that lone pylon turned my thoughts to the dark side when that sky is so beautiful! That’s the way my mind works I’m afraid … 🙂

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