Here are your prompts for today from
Write about an office building
cold like a stranger's memories
“They’ll be here any minute.”
The kind of character whom people know can find rare items
DON’T MAKE ME ASK TWICE, FICTIONEERS!
The day was bright and the shine of the floors reflected back the clear sky. It should have been a day of incessant movement, bordering on chaos, but all was still. Echoes of the day before reverberated through the building, chatter and laughter and plans for the next project filled the space with life. When everyone went home, the cleaning crew polished the floors, and the unthinkable happened.
Electromagnetic pulse, a possibility from the early days of nuclear weaponry, had been launched, exploding 33 miles above the atmosphere, rendering all electronics useless. The building doors remained locked, although no one planned to go to work that day. Chaos ruled the streets as people tried to make sense of what happened. A few people still had crank-up ham radios, and it didn't take long to learn that war had been declared and that electricity would be out indefinitely. Without electricity to run debit and credit cards, stores were looted, with people stealing necessary things like food and ridiculous items like televisions. Communication was impossible, travel limited, and very few people had any idea how to live without the conveniences of readily available electricity.
On the tenth floor of the office building, nothing changed. The floors gleamed, chairs waited for workers, and everything was silent. It was the first day.
This is bleak! Well done!