This week’s flash fiction isn’t fiction. Just a 100 words to describe a memory. Picture prompt hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The blue flashing lights bounced off the canvas, waking me up.
“Mum, what’s happening?” I shouted in the darkness.
“Nothing, go to sleep.”
The morning brought a stillness, empty pitches, abandoned vacations.
By lunchtime, there was a collection in the local pub. The coins rattled inside the jam jar, labelled, “For the victims.”
Nobody knew their names, the newspapers waited to print them.
Returning to camp-site, I watched the men remove the charred remains of the tent poles and stove. The scorched grass outlining a square.
Three little lives lost. Grandparents broken hearted.
Fragmented memories that haunt me to this day.
(Overloaded car battery caused an electrical spark and fire.)