PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
A dust-covered beetle scuttled across the floor. Cold air blew in from the broken window and a fallen timber creaked as it strained under the weight of the debris on top.
Outside bulldozers approached, music blaring, wheels bouncing over bumpy ground and men shouting instructions.
Mary watched, smearing a tear across her cheek.
It should have been a happy evening. It had been… until, abruptly, it wasn’t.
She remembered her daughter’s excited face when she had given her the tickets, her anticipation at the unexpected treat, her enthusiastic chatter with her friend.
Her beautiful, innocent daughter gone forever, for what?
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.