PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Bleak. Desolate. Even under a pretty blue sky sprinkled with clouds, the old “factory” cast a pall over the surrounding town. More a village, really. The young people moved away as soon as they could, giving the broken-down building a last shuddering glance as they caught the train to anywhere else.
The chimney didn’t belch foul-smelling smoke anymore. There were no armed guards, no lines of hopeless prisoners filing in, but never out. No one, not even curious children, tried to sneak in to see what was inside.
The building gave off its own warning.