Keith and Aubry saw it happen whilst standing on the shore of Lake Erie. Watching the city of Detroit die was curiously beautiful, a sunset at 3:17 in the afternoon.
Luckily, scientists provided enough warning. They saw the hundred-meter asteroid coming. City planners managed to get everyone out. They had to be sneaky about it. They couldn’t broadcast, “Get out, we’re all gonna die!” The highways would’ve jammed and most would never escape. Instead, they evacuated whole neighborhoods in stages, claiming water toxicity problems. Given Michigan’s history, that was believable.
About 30-meters of nickel-iron survived reentry to strike. It was no extinction event, but enough to obliterate a city.
Watching from Magee Wildlife area, Keith said, “I’ll miss the sub sandwiches at Harry’s.”
“The pasta at Antonio’s,” sighed Aubry.
“Great cars were made in Detroit.”
“Motown was born there.”
Keith smiled wanly. “Some of the best music ever.”
As the fireball marking a city’s death rose, Keith said, “I suppose there’s a silver lining to this.”
“They finally solved the parking problem downtown.”
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/11/20/fffaw-reflection/
Worst Cities for drivers: Detroit is number 9.
Chicago is on the list for worst parking, but I couldn’t do it. I’d miss the Chicago Bears and deep dish pizza too much. Anyway, I’ve never once seen a large city without a downtown parking problem.
Magee Wildlife area is real. Just look for: Magee Marsh Wildlife Area