After the plague, most towns and cities were abandoned to allow survivors to group together maintaining what we still had, rebuilding societies elsewhere. I decided on St Louis, an image of her Gateway Arch filling me with hope as I walked there.
As we stopped tending our landscapes, nature began taking over again. There had been talk of this return for a while, cracking sidewalks and crumbling walls.
It was as I left town that I saw it. I hadn’t thought nature would reclaim vehicles, yet there it was, a plant growing from a van. “Life finds a way,” indeed.
As we stopped tending our landscapes, nature began taking over again. There had been talk of this return for a while, cracking sidewalks and crumbling walls.
It was as I left town that I saw it. I hadn’t thought nature would reclaim vehicles, yet there it was, a plant growing from a van. “Life finds a way,” indeed.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
Copyright-Roger Bultot
