Natural Selection: A Friday Fictioneers Tale

Friday Fictioneers 12-6

Copyright – Randy Mazie

The tour group stared at the ruins as their guide telepathically explained its mysterious history. “We believe this structure, called a parking garage, was erected over 2000 years ago. It housed motorized transporters called automobiles. Any questions?”

“Is it true automobiles consumed gasoline?” asked an adolescent.

“Yes, but the oil reserves were depleted in the year 2049, shortly before the Occupation,” replied the tour guide.

An adult asked, “What do the hieroglyphics mean?”

“Historians have translated them to mean, ‘Do not invade.’ Perhaps a plea for us to leave their planet. As we all know, humans weren’t the fittest species.”

I’ve been missing from the world of blogging for a couple of weeks. I took a short break to visit family and friends and picked up a nasty cold along the way. I’m feeling much better now. It’s good to be back.

This story was written for the photo prompt from Friday Fictioneers. The challenge was to write a 100-word or less story. You can join the fun here.

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36 thoughts on “Natural Selection: A Friday Fictioneers Tale

  1. Dear Lisa,

    Glad you’re back and feeling better. A couple of years ago my kids came for Christmas and my little granddaughter gifted all of us with the infection from hell.

    Love your story. Creepy and all too possible feeling.

    shalom,

    Rochelle

  2. I’m glad you’re feeling better!

    I like the idea of telepathic tours. We’re so attached to our automobiles that it’s hard to imagine a future where they wouldn’t be prominent 🙂

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