Friday 27 January 2017

Churning the Wheels of Time


This post was written for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wissoff Fields. 
The writers have to write a 100 word story in response to the photo prompt provided.

PHOTO PROMPT © Al Forbes

Although inevitable, it was still shocking. Watching them strip down the proud mansion was like surgically removing a nostalgic memory.

The vintage cars were the first to go. As the metal machines were wheeled out, they took away with them, the glamour of those grand evenings.

Soon a battle of wills competed over the house and its fate: a stubborn, dwindling past versus a shiny and sniggering tomorrow.

Then the winds of change blew in, heralding a confident yet unpredictable future, snuffing out the archaic at last.

Little did they realise, that today’s future will soon be tomorrow’s past.
  

3 comments:

  1. Dear Asha,

    That's the way it is. The future is bound to become the past. Nicely done. Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  2. Afraid so, Dale. Thanks for reading my piece!

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