Microfiction: Too late for regrets

This 99 word story is for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT © Jellico’s Stationhouse


She volunteered to go down and take a closer look, not simply out of curiosity, but driven by the nagging fear that they had done something dreadful.

The lieutenant whistled in the terrible silence.

“What a mess! We really wiped them out. Not much of a loss to the universe though.”

He pointed at the still smoking mountains of concrete rubble that stretched as far as the eye could see. But her eye was caught by the shadow left by the heat of the blast on a piece of wall.

“They had bicycles. Just like us,” she said softly.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

50 thoughts on “Microfiction: Too late for regrets”

  1. Brilliantly worded Jane – and you’ve captured the essences and disassociation through the piece, and ended it with the perfect counterpoint. Stunningly well done. And what an image as a point of inspiration!

  2. I wondered where you were going with this one, and then that last line … It’s the nuclear shadows at Nagasaki and Hiroshima, isn’t it? Chilling last lines, Jane

  3. Ohhh… speechless, just speechless. An excellent post-nuke like tale. Loved it. Images of Hiroshima and Nagasaki filter through my mind now. Excellent.

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