Ghost of Christmas Future


Ash piled high over racked concrete, splintering rafters, rotting furniture. As far as Jared Thomas looked, there was nothing but grey.

“Look upon what you have wrought,” the woman said, her face hidden behind shining steel. “This is your legacy.”

Jared bent down to see a photograph of a girl and her mother, trodden underfoot and coated in dust. He wondered if there was anyone left.

“I never wanted this,” he said.

“You did not care before you beheld it with your own eyes.”

“I can change,” Jared said. “Please. Take me back. I can change!”

The woman said nothing.

Word Count: 100

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and J. Hardy Carrol for providing the prompt photo!

17 thoughts on “Ghost of Christmas Future

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  1. Could be an arms dealer faced with the legacy of the goods they sell. Sadly, I’m pretty sure most of them know exactly what the outcome of their trade is and keep on selling anyway.
    Well written and sad tale

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  2. You portrayed a dystopian future very well. I could hear the desperation in his voice. Nice topical take on the prompt.

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  3. Sadly I believe too many who kill innocent human beings know full well what evil they are doing. Your story line is so well written.

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