Flash Friday # 17 -- Drabble # 3

The Cup



"This?  This is the best you have?"  Marisa bent down and picked up the cup, glued
together from a dozen pieces.  "We
can't go to the investors with this!"

 


"Let
me tell you a story," Philip said looking up from the table cluttered with
broken pottery.

 


"A
short one."

 


"Big
city.  Big bomb.  Everything destroyed to ash.  Nothing found in five hundred years until now."