BUNKER

We won ourplaces in the nuclear bunker in a lottery. Five thousand people who’d boughtthe right to live and, eventually, re-populate the world.

After tenyears I was too busy raising our kids to worry about the anarchy – no-one hadthought to stock birth control pills.

The buildingcontractors hadn’t followed the specifications either, and things were alwaysbreaking down.

Ted and Iwere, naturally, the maintenance team, so we were first to spot fungus growingthrough the skylight.

“Get the kids,”Ted said, “I’ll grab some guns.”

If outside wasbreaking in, we wanted a head start.

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It's a whole month since I last wrote any flash fiction - life has been busy with family visits, a damaged ankle, and working on my next novel. I've kept my short fiction and poetry going with frequent posts on Twitter - @young_liz if you'd like to follow me.

Meanwhile, thanks to Lisa Fox for the photo prompt and to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for encouraging us to join her select group Friday Fictioneers. 

Next month I've been invited to join a small group of local poets to read our work at an Arts Festival, so my next job is to decide which poems to choose from my recently published book: Footprints, which you can find on Amazon along with my other books. Be aware that I'm not the only Liz Young out there!