Future

“I can’t stay here.”

She wrinkled her nose in disgust, while the guy looked blank, as if trying to recall something.

“You are in the future,” the room resonated with a deep voice, “this is the junk that you have been dumping on the earth for decades, and into the genes of your successors. Do you see the pictures under the blurred glass, and those under the magazine? These are junkies you gave birth to and raised, as you poured poison into their systems.”

The dazed woman fell with a thud, and the man shot her. He was her son.

(100 words)

 

Friday Fictioneers

31 thoughts on “Future

  1. Your story this week challenges us to think… If only we could look back upon our life and see the world looking better than when we arrived. Perhaps it is no longer possible, but I hope not, and will continue to care about the future.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a reply to theministryofshrawleywalks Cancel reply