They promised better days for our golden years. I stood with the others at the bank of the Seine River. Travel pods floated toward us.
Theo stepped up beside me.
“No! It’s not your time,” I argued.
“Your time is my time.”
The pod was roomier than I imagined, and the travel time shorter. After landing with a slight thump, Theo and I left the pod and stood together in a soft green field under a radiant sky. Peacefulness washed over me, until an ear-piercing scream sent a shiver down my spine. We ran for the cover of the trees.
This story is a shorter version of a much longer story. (Whew, 100 words is tough – but fun.) It’s 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 David Stewart.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit here.