Friday, September 7, 2012

Monument To Mankind

He stumbled through the woods, his thoughts as thick and swirling as the mist that hung heavily in the morning air. There, amidst the trees, he saw the benches sitting in a manner that evoked a sense of incongruous bewilderment. It was if they’d been left to their own devices, broken and forgotten in the wreckage of what had once been a sunlit place of sylvan repose.

He supposed they were a fitting monument to a time forever gone, to a time before the alien hordes had descended, raining fire and destruction down upon a once peaceful and vibrant world.

This story was written for the weekly Friday Picture Show prompt.

1 comment:

  1. End totally surprised me, yet was so fitting. Another great read :)