WHAT GOES AROUND
By the
time the oil ran out and Man turned to natural power it was too late – the damage
was irreversible.
The
atmosphere could no longer pulverise meteors and all their cities were smashed
to smithereens. Both ice-caps melted and the seas rose, shrinking the land.
Now whales
gather to watch humans perform, applauding their tricks with enthusiastic
plumes. These humans are
well-cared-for, proved by the fact that they breed in captivity, but any that
try to escape are swiftly dealt with.
They’ve
done enough damage already, and we don’t call them Killers for nothing.
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This week's Flash Fiction was again written for Friday Fictioneers, a group of 100 or so writers from around the world who write a weekly story prompted by a photograph on this blog -
https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/
... and for those who are following my moving saga - yes, I'm still selling furniture and still, slowly, packing! We sign on September 3rd and hand over the keys to the new owners. We are still searching for somewhere to live in England, but that's another saga!
