fff, samarra inspired

big up jj, for making it nice.
i quite enjoyed this flash fiction friday.
hope you do too.

“He said little as they paddled their way along the sunken streets...” but she knew what he was thinking – what she’d been thinking too, since their return: it looked better now. and it was nicer without the people.
they’d been warned about the “devastation”; smiling at the naysayers’ insistence, and total ignorance of what made some happy.
they didn’t need much discussion to come to an agreement. they didn’t even question it, but immediately started making plans to wrap things up and get there. they were on the same page, thinking as one entity with a singular goal. they were there in record time.
they stopped a little way before arriving to get the last stuff they’d need, the stuff they didn’t want to tote cross-country. they loaded the dinghy in the back with the waterproof sleeping bags, extra socks and blankets, torches, state-of-the-art recording equipment and cookware, and non-perishables, and killed the last leg of the journey in a matter of adrenaline-fueled hours. this was the ride of their lives, individually and together. back home, but to a new home.
nobody knew exactly how come dc was alone in this, but everybody knew that whatever caused it had stuck strictly to the state lines of the district’s surroundings; precision which didn’t bode well.
they switched transportation devices @ the potomac and rode it in.
and now it was all theirs – a beautiful city of spires, busts of monuments, rooftops, treetops and deep canals – every amenity but civilisation, and the thrill of leaving the world utterly behind.

walk good.