Just because I have white hair doesn’t mean my head is full of cottage cheese. I have seen and experienced the beginning up until now. I watched the sky as they arrived. No one heeded my warnings. They secretly assimilated into our way of life. They destroyed all that was dear. Everything considered old and outdated was replaced with shiny and new. They are gone now. It is time to pick up the pieces and reassemble the parts. I can help. I have been here since the beginning. I remember what was good.
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo this week was provided by Roger Bultot.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit here.