This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.
Thanks to Jill Wisoff for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.
Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.
It was the beginning of a new ending.
Industrial revolution — they had named it, then.
Today we are suffering… struggling for clean air. Fresh clean air is a luxury only rich can afford, middle class can manage and the poor die.
My daughter hasn’t seen the outside world, yet. She is 3 and suffers from breathing problem.
Today is not my lucky day. The oxygen mask is selling in black — that calls for some action. I’ll be performing a stunt… without safety masks.
My lungs would be exposed to the thick toxic air but I will survive. I’m a stunt man.