“Whadya expect to achieve with that ugly watering can and weak little sprouts?” They laughed.
“My vision is to turn this urban scape into a beautiful garden within the decade.”
Some time later the earth shattered; a mushroom-like cloud billowed in the sky and it rained fire, melted glass and hot metal. After the incident, a few saplings started to take root.
Sure enough the vision was complete — but there was no one left to see it.
The photo prompt has been given by Roger Bultot at the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and the word prompt (Vision) has been given for the Six Sentence Stories hosted by Denise Farley.
Bernadette Braganza 
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