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Friday Fictioneers – Memories of Pripyat

ff260815Cracked strip lights pulse in time with the spluttering generator. Most of the lockers remain shut tight, their contents hidden since that weekend in 1986. Here and there a few lie open on rusted hinges – within, faded photos of wives and children, a copy of Pravda, a scarf, gloves, pairs of fur-lined boots, a brown leather jacket. Once cherished possessions discarded without a seconds thought.

The counter around my neck begins to click – it’s warning angrier than before: my time is running out. I take one last picture before I put my camera away and make for the open door, and daylight.

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These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.