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Flash Fiction: What The World Has Come To

“Hey there, mate.”

The old guard turned around to see a bunch of teenagers step out of their flashy cars. They were dressed up opulently and reeked of booze.

“How can I help you, sir?”

“Is the washroom here?”

“No, sir. It is further ahead. This is the art exhibition.”

“Well, the art looked like shit, so we thought it was the loo.”

The teenagers guffawed and sped away.

The old guard lit a cigarette and turned towards the main exhibit.

“That’s right. Cover your face so that you don’t have to see what the world has come to.”


Word Count: 99

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 19th July 2019