The Last Newsstand

The Last Newsstand


Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Al Forbes (A Mixed Bag) for providing this week’s challenging photo.



Photo Credit: Al Forbes

Sell any papers today, old man?

Nah… who buys newspapers anymore? The only thing they are good for is lining a bird cage.

As the boys took their jabs at Joe, owner of the last newsstand, he knew they were right. Print news was a modern-day dinosaur. Facebook delivered news faster and Twitter didn’t waste time with too many words. Joe represented a past they no longer cared to remember: a time when news was delivered on your doorstep, not your iPhone; when reporters investigated first instead of apologizing later.

Joe never gave up hope, however. One day, the readers would return. Until then, let the boys have their fun.

The jangle of cell phones interrupted today’s game.

“Another school shooting!”

“Says here, the shooter was ISIS!”

“No, they were Russians!”

Joe noticed one of the boys with a furrowed brow holding back.

This is it, thought Joe.

“Hey man, give me one of those newspapers.”

“It’s not going to tell you anything about that school shooting,” said Joe. “You’ll have to wait until tomorrow’s edition.”

“That’s OK. Maybe by then they will have the story straight.”

The Revolution had begun.