100 Words: Everyone left behind, Everyone who helped

I take another set of boxes and wheel them to their new home in the Archives of Everything.  Recently they seem to have been getting heavier somehow.  Perhaps because there have been so many this last year.  Even in another dimension, this takes its toll.  We might not be dealing with the bodies, like the Corpselarks, but these facsimiles of lives lost, gathered by the Compilers, they show you something else.

I saw a photo of a dying man, a woman he didn’t know by his side.  Together they sat in a perfect, comfortable silence.  As peaceful as a hug.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories): 

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

100 Words: What was it?

Not much left of old days.

Have to guess what was it for.

High in trees we heard first, moaning for help we thought.

People of old so strange moving up high in the trees with special path.  Also stupid.  Dangerous with no hand rails, so many gaps between stepping pieces.  Iron trip hazards holding together.  Rope bridge better.

Dismantled it for wood first.  Metal harder, later.  When need.

Got back.  Told of trains.  So mysterious people of old days.

The story?  Good to look at, work out, see in mind.  Good, too, to ask elders, to find out more.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories): 

PHOTO PROMPT © Alicia Jamtaas

100 Words: Changing Times

I remember the days we were trusted to not steal the toilet paper (and to change it even).  But everything has changed.  

I have used this rail line all my life.  Since the old days of curtains and before blue lights.  

The first time I caught the train, I was so excited I nearly wet myself, holding it in because I didn’t want to miss anything.  When they began to fill the water tank, mine reached critical level and I rushed to the toilet.  It’s often been my first port of call ever since.  Sad to see how it’s changed.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories): 

PHOTO PROMPT © Trish Nankivell