Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
Today Al’s quite sad photo took me down a predictable route.
The one where I have no idea where I am going.
So did I get there?
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Click on the arrow to hear me read my story:
I have been to the future.
It is less interesting than you might think.
Okay, I haven’t yet been far into the future, I have just been testing my machine.
Yep, I have built a time machine.
And it works!
So I plan a new test today.
Or is it yesterday?
Ha, just a little Time Travel joke there.
I am going to the past.
I set the coordinates for two days ago, in the middle of the night.
I don’t want to arrive in the middle of dinner and upset my wife and children, do I!
I slip quietly out of the apartment, knowing that I am asleep in the next room.
That is a strange feeling, but I resist the temptation to look.
I walk to a nearby all night café which I have never before been in.
I order a coffee, read old news.
I look at the only other customer, he looks nervously back at me.
I am sure I don’t know him, but our eye contact suggests something is amiss.
I pretend to study a newspaper, he lifts his suitcase and leaves abruptly.
Minutes later I hear the explosion.
I run round the corner, and my worst fears are realised.
My home, my family, myself, all demolished.