Time’s End – Friday Fictioneers

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It’s Friday Fictioneers time! The challenge is to write 100 words based on a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Check out her blog for more information by clicking here. I was late in writing last week’s story ‘A different word for fear‘ and then forgot to add it to linkup. Please check it out if you are interested. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast

Time’s End

“If I could go back,” the boy sobbed, “I would do it all differently.”

I smiled at his youthfulness

“And then? What fresh disaster might you be ploughing through now? Our time here is like a wheel: sometimes we’re raised up high, other times we’re driven into the dirt.”

“But, everything I’ve done – ”

“Is already done. Sadly, we can never know which actions we will regret the most until our rotation ends.”

I held his face in my hands. A sharp twist was all it would take.

My last words echoed in my mind.

9 responses to “Time’s End – Friday Fictioneers”

  1. Carl Bystrom Avatar

    Well done. And dark.

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  2. FabricatingFiction Avatar

    Ooh very unexpected end! I really like this.

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  3. Edith M. Field Avatar

    This sounds like the end of an intriguing chapter. I’d love to read more.

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  4. Life Lessons of a Dog Lover Avatar
    Life Lessons of a Dog Lover

    I didn’t expect that tragic end. I loved the line “What fresh disaster might you be ploughing through now?”

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  5. Dale Avatar
    Dale

    Here I was thinking the boy was receiving brilliant advice…

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  6. spicedmullings Avatar

    OMG! Heartless!

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  7. Lake Writer Avatar

    Love the twist, and the phrasing of the third paragraph especially.

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  8. Michael Wynn Avatar

    Ouch, horrible end, very effective

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  9. Christine Goodnough Avatar

    Holding my breath to see if the adult follows through with his/her evil impulse or realizes in time the possibility of life long regret.
    Also wonder whatever the boy did to spur such a punishment.

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