Nothing Left

There’s not much remaining in terms of foliage. Just mud and a few twists of branches that fell from the old growth.

Timothy reclines back on the well worn seat. All he had to do now was smooth out some of the remaining inclines. He wonders what’s going to be built here. Maybe a shopping mall or medical complex. Not his problem really. He doesn’t get paid to think, only destroy.

Steam leaks from the sludgy ground.

He wipes at his sweaty brow with the back of a greasy hand and hopes he will get a down rotation next instead of another forest clearing assignment.

He could use a vacation. Go somewhere other then here.

Everyplace is the same though, hot asphalt parking lots and overly air-conditioned buildings.

He shakes off an approaching fugue of depression and flips the ignition switch. The deep rumbling vibration returns. He pushes the control lever forward and the big machine lumbers on, tearing at the ground, spewing up mud and ending life in its wake, forever.


Published by Bryan

I am an army vet, husband, and father of twins, I am currently working on my next publication, a collection of military fiction, and next year will be publishing an apocalyptic science fiction novel. My urban noir novel, "Compounded Interest," can be purchased on Amazon. I host a podcast on creativity called Origin: Stories on Creativity and co-host the soon-to-be-released show on speculative fiction called Mirage with fantasy author R. Emma Hardcastle. My youtube channel is: The Origin podcast feed is: For updates on "Mirage" and future publications follow me on twitter: @bryaiello More of my short fiction can be found at: My amazon author page is:

4 thoughts on “Nothing Left

  1. Hahaha! Sounds like Timothy isn’t into his “destruction” job. Poor guy needs a vacation. Great story with such a dismal ending! Welcome to the FFfAW challenge! We are happy you have joined us!

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