100 Word Story – Friday Fictioneers – Old things remembered.
“Mummy, what are those things?” Sofie asked her Mother in the Museum of Ancient Artifacts.
“I think they were something to do with Cars. Grandpa would know.” Then a doleful expression came over her face. Her father had died two weeks before, but she was still adjusting to it. She kept thinking he would call on the videophone and ask her where he put his spectacles. He’d been a veteran of World War Three and had known so much about what the world had been like before the war had swept so much aside, like a third of the population.
So much that we enjoy now will be gone – hard to imagine what the world will look like when the oil finally runs out.
Indeed, it will be very different. It is why the UAE turned Dubai into a playground for the rich, so they would still have an income when the Oil runs out.
Enjoyed this story from the future. Nice take on the photo prompt.
Sad really but very well written.
To sad a story. World war III a bad scenario. Let us know it never comes to that.
We are heading down a slippery slope, that’s for sure. Beautifully written.
WWIII Perish the thought. Nicely told tale.
Got a bit of a Soilent Green feel to it.. Good write.
Sad and well told. I only hope it’s not prophetic.
An eerie prophecy, definitely not impossible. Really good write.
Sounds like many things have changed, but not the pain of losing a loved one. I hope she will keep her links to the past alive.
A sad tale that is too close to being possible.