Flash Fiction Contest - 297 Words
|The inlet village got passed by. Once a hit in the 50's, a place packed with tourists now populated with die-hard locals. Old motels dot the landscape with faded signs where visitors posed for photographs. Boards cover the windows of the souvenir shops. Conoco, the only gas station is closed. The council tried to save the town, but the tourists left. Now the village is governed by three board members who meet once a month. With no decisions to make they tell old stories and drink beer.
They don't suspect a thing. Content with a town rated between dead and sleepy, they wear nostalgia like their favorite worn out shirt, one they are about to lose. As they meet for coffee in their run-down activity center they are unaware while they say, "Remember when . . . ," their motels and abandoned properties are being snatched up by "Leisure Coastals, Inc." The company with the logo, "Everyday A Vacation," plans to build condos, businesses and flood the area with tourists.
Blindsided, there is nothing they can do. Big money and plans - they don't have. Their ideas fizzle. Admitting defeat they stroll the town taking snapshots wanting to freeze time.
Construction crews arrive, bring out their dozers and haul debris to the landfill. While the foremen study their blueprints the village board disbands At their final meeting they decide to invite the locals to meet on the beach. By coming together, the solidarity of who they were, who they are - will live on.
At dusk, they gather and remember how it used to be. With stories and laughter they still say, "Remember when - look at this picture." They listen to the gulls and watch the tide go out. Then they turn and head home, taking their memories with them. Word Count: 297