Flash Fiction

The man walked through the open empty halls of what was left of the house.  The house had been broken, floors destroyed, and parts burnt to a crisp.  As he looked out over the bare landscape from a blown out wall, he began to remember.  The first flashback that came was of a woman.  She walked the same halls, but they seemed to be in better condition.  She laughed, smiled, and looked at him.  Who was this woman?  The man quickly looked at his finger for a wedding ring, but there was no such luck.  The man continued to explore the house, and came across another room with a baby's crib in it. The flashback began.  There was a figure, but not the same as the woman cradling a baby.  When she began to speak no words came out.  What did she sound like who was she?  As he continued to explore more questions were created than answered.  As the man walked towards the door to leave another flashback happened, but this one was different.  There was fighting, chaos, and pandemonium throughout the streets.  There was a really bright light, and he heard sound.  Screaming, crying, crazed laughing, but worst of all... The explosion.  The mushroom cloud seemed to never end, and the sounds were too much to handle.  He looked over and saw the woman from before, and as she was about to say something the flashback ended.