I’m late again this week, although one might argue that posting Friday Fictioneers on Friday, is clever. Wink wink. This is also my very first foray into Science Fiction. Please be patient, it’s not my genre, but this photo took me there… on Wednesday, when I saw it and started writing this in my head.
Friday Fictioneers is brought to you each week by the indefatigable Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, who leads our band of merry writers, in our weekly photo prompt flash fiction. The photo this week comes from Roger Bultot. You can find other 100-word stories on Rochelle’s blog, Addicted to Purple. Join us, or just enjoy the fun stories. Please leave a comment. I always welcome honest, thoughtful or constructive feedback.
Earth 2054 (100 words)
Eventually the virus spread.
When suffering and death was limited to Africa, the world looked away. I cannot speculate, but the lack of concern was wide spread.
When it arrived on other continents, brought initially by medical transfers, the pandemic spread slowly at first, but eventually killed everyone.
The outcome was stunning, even for me. The bodies were left to rot or be eaten by wildlife– until the animals were gone too.
The plants survived. Even with acid rain and changing temperatures they have slowly reclaimed it all.
I am left to record it all. My programming has no end date.
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