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Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by A.F. Stewart
The blurred images flickered repeatedly on the screen of a broken television, accompanied by the sound of static. The strange buzz of it echoed in the dilapidated room and settled around the decaying skeleton slumped in the chair by the grimy window.
The lone occupant of the room, the hollow sockets in its bony skull seemed to stare back at the moving shapes on the TV. As if it watched the picture, watched the distorted figure with its hand pressed against the cracked screen, and the other tiny, smiling face of white. As if it knew them.
As if it remembered.
Remembered the day the world ended. The day those tiny white faces appeared on all the TV screens, on the phones, the tablets, the computers. When the voices whispered: “Come play with us.” Perhaps its bones do recall something, or perhaps it stares in a macabre jest of its last moment of life. The moment before the human race died.
Before humanity became ghosts inside the machines.
Fiction © Copyright A.F. Stewart
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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