The workers climbed in the scaffolding, attempting to bridge over a small section of the construction north of Matamoros. They lacked the marvelous tools and technology of the previous century, and the wall resisted their simple hammers and chisels. Without explosives, the current plan called for going over the top, but progress was slow and food supplies short.
The Monsanto plague wiped out the breadbasket crops and worked its way into the soil and ecosystem. The dust clouds made the construction effort more difficult.
All of the remaining arable land on the continent lay south of the Folly, in Mexico.
100 words. For this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt:
See also: Trumped
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This is a really creative and unique take – great to read!!
Well, thanks. It wasn’t easy to stare at a scaffolding…
Very true!
A story after my own heart. What was left unsaid spoke volumes. Nicely done.
Me, snark about politics? No wai, it’s fiction! ::looks innocent::
I agree with Voice. What was left unsaid speaks volumes! The tables have been turned! Awesome story!
I hope the person(s) responsible go without food first.
Unlikely as that seems. ::frown::
Yes, highly unlikely! Great story!
Great job. Apparently the grass was greener on the otherside.
‘The Folly’… nice.
Well if it’s keeping us away from food, building it may have been a mistake…
What a belly laugh!