The people watched in horror from their apartment windows as the young woman jogged across the bridge. A normal sight under normal circumstances, but these were not normal times.
Had she not heard the public service announcements about the air quality?
Five days ago, North Korea launched a nuclear bomb that exploded mid-air. A cloud of radiation slowly drifted toward the West Coast. Alerts went out to all residents from Seattle to Portland: the air was no longer breathable. The President consoled the citizens and assured them the government was diligently working on a solution. Until then, a mandatory curfew was in place.
How could she not know? How is it even possible that she can breathe?
Parents covered their children’s eyes, protecting them from the shock of what would surely be an agonizing death.
They questioned how they could warn her.
Would pounding on the glass get her attention? Could they put up a sign?
There must be something someone could do.
As the minutes passed and the woman seemed unaffected, a more horrifying thought began to take form.
How is it she can breathe?
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. John Robinson provided this week’s challenging photo