A war, incorporating genocide and war crimes, with the real potential to bring out the chemical weapons, what the hell is this guy on? Thank goodness there is a place so light and airy where we can air our minds and let the prose flow, no matter what irt may bring forth, and all thanks to Rochelle for keeping it going and for her twin sister Rochelle for supplying this weeks photo prompt. Keep on keeping on girls!
So 100 words with a beginning, a middle and an end, based on the photo…
On My Marks…
Get Set…
GO!!!
Mariupol; it was cooler in the winter; 40’c was just about bearable but 65’c? That’s when most folk retreated underground for the summer aside from the displaced and the futile scavengers.
Like Knossos, long ago, the queue snaked out past the ticket kiosk and into the mangroves, which had existed as long as anyone could remember, the collective amnesia of the 40’s had skewed things to a certain extent.
Booted, in the warm salty soup, the voice of a tour guide heard above the splitting of the Azov waves through the roots of the mangroves;
“…this is what is left of Havanna Street”
Here we go, a depressing tale set in the none too distant future, happy Wednesday everyone, 100 words too, on the button.
The Count Of North Clifton 
Unfortunately It could happen. Tomorrow’s tour guides will see things like this
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That’s what I see regrettably
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The war tourists will be moving in, although I hope sooner rather than later as at least that means the killing will have stopped.
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I’m feeling very low about it all tonight. The depths of his dark soul knows no bounds sadly
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The detail of the mangroves is striking
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Only a matter of time. Well done.
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Thanks Sandra, haven’t had a chance to read many yet, Mums coming over and I need to sort my house out!
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The ancient greek world is full of wonder isn’t it. Well done.
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This is a comment on how Ukraine may well seen in 40 years time after an extended wretched war and when climate change has sped up rapidly, raised the sea levels and made living above ground in the summer months intolerable, and so adding to the ancient greek world’s antiquities. I visited Knossos in 1993 and couldn’t bear to queue with the rest of the tourists, i’d rather work it out for myself, else where. Anyway thanks for commenting.
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I’m sorry I stepped around the current affairs. I always do my best to avoid that stuff. I certainly never post about any of it.
I would love to visit Knossos, any of Greece actually. I do love all the ancient legends and architecture.
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Humanity’s hellbent on destruction. Imagine where we’d be if we could build without the need for destruction.
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The future holds such awful possibilities. It sometimes feels as though the world has slipped into some other nightmare reality. Your story captures that feeling. Powerful final paragraph.
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Well thank you, it’s all very much written as a stream of consciousness, the word count being done as I write then final thesaurus checks if needed! I really enjoy writing them
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Dear Shrawley,
Let’s hope and pray that when the dust settles there will still be people left to be tour guides. Your story packs a wallop this week.
Shalom,
Rochelle and her sister Rochelle
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