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For those who are new, MadisonWoods shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers will compose a 100-word flash of fiction. If you would like, come dancing.
Here is my contribution:
No Longer Carnival
Night became day. The echoes of Carnival receded, driven by the rising sun, like some ebbing tide chasing its mistress moon. No longer were the celebrators adorned in fanciful costumes. No longer did they roil in the streets and alleyways. The music had stopped. The dancing ended. Feasting ceased. The tangle of gyrating humanity which seemed to be copulating as one was now gone.
Peter strained against the light, his eyes wrinkled to slits.
Confusion settled in as his senses returned nothing. No sounds. No smells. Nothing remained but a blinding white wash.
He stood alone.
Something was terribly wrong.