“Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please”.
The young guide leads us through the hall of artifacts from human atrocities.
There are instruments of torture to the left: an iron maiden, whips and racks.
I pull Amelia closer, needing her warmth.
To the right are weapons of war, mortars and mines.
Dioramas show humans in pain, being burned, being skinned.
At the far end we stop in front of an innocent device.
The guide lowers her voice.
“This is a smartphone”.
We shiver as the guide moves a tentacle through her auburn hair.
“Finally we had to save them from themselves”.
This picture took me to a future remodeled version of the Met. Maybe we will be saved in the end.
Friday Fictioneers have redefined Friday to Wednesday, a great day to write Flash Fiction, great job with that Rochelle. We all need inspirations to write and this community is the best for flash fiction.
June 6, 2018