Friday Fictioneers – We Will Remember

 Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

FF - We will remember 191227

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

We will remember

Digging through four thousand years of time, the archaeologists reached the stratum of the calamity. Background levels of radioactivity were tolerable in most places, although there were still hot-spots. Saijin, in charge of the dig, ensured that levels were carefully monitored.

Across the world, few structures had survived; they had all been pulverised by the incomprehensible violence of hydrogen bombs. This find, a granite cross set above a polished marble slab, was virtually intact.

“Astonishing,” breathed Saijin. “It must be a monument – there are even characters – perhaps writing – chiselled into the stone! I wonder what significance they had?”

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Friday Fictioneers – The Historian

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

FF - The Historian 191211

Photo prompt © Mikhael Sublett

The Historian

The final aftershock took out the floor. The Historian, swathed in cerements and looped with cable from the ceiling, clung to the remaining piece of wall. He assessed the drop to the ground, then jumped, landed jarringly but intact.

He sighed. What difference did survival make? Everyone had fled the hospital. There would be no rescuers. The struggle for life was too bitter for altruism.

A painting on the wall caught his eye. It was beautiful. The artist had thought it worth creating despite the crisis.

The Historian took out his notebook and started to write.

“The Apocalypse was self-inflicted.”

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Friday Fictioneers – The End

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz (the blue frog) on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

FF - The End 181025

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

The End

Silence.

No voices, no footsteps.

No clicking of radiators cooling; no electronic chimes from computers.

Sunlight streams through the great window. The painted figures of the frescoes go silently about their business, unwatched, irrelevant.

Dust.

On the lamps, on the huge circular counter.

On the floor, dust, scarred by the tracks of small scurrying creatures. Dust on the clock, its hands forever resting at a quarter to one – whether day or night nobody knows and nobody cares.

Outside the building, life, luxuriant and green, thrusts through asphalt, chokes water-courses, swarms over rusting vehicles and rejoices.

Man’s day is past.