The A&B Building was made entirely from driftwood. It appeared deserted, old, as if it was hardly ever used. Not that it mattered to John for he worked in a modern building next door. His building was equipped with the best technology. One easily assumed something uncanny was happening there, though there was no way of checking it.
When John arrived into the office this morning shortly after 7am, he glanced at the old wooden building. In an instant he focused his gaze, scared. His eyes screamed ‘Fire’. The coffee in his hand still rather warm helped him not to explode into panic. The commotion outside, firefighters, people screaming, years of working in this area flashing in front of his eyes. “I asked my wife to marry me in front of that building”, he said out loud. “The old building is burning, not your memories”, a comforting voice came from the background.
© Iva Beranek (Dublin, 28th September 2015)
(This flash fiction story is inspired by the prompt from Mondays Finish the Story)