50 Words Story Contest Week #17

Source: Port of Piraeus, dragosungureanu140, Pixabay

Pierre and Angeline walk from the ferry at Piraeus at dawn. No one is fishing. People huddle around fire barrels, warming their hands. Angeline looks into an old woman's eyes and sees fear. "Seismos," a man says, pointing to damaged building facades. "While we slept," Pierre says. They walk on.

(This is my first Steemit entry, and I found the contest by searching the fiction tag.)