Life is over as we know it

After a long day at work, the last thing he wanted to do was carry out half a dozen bags of trash.

“What’s all this,” he demanded, toeing one of the open, white plastic bundles.

The teen-aged boy sitting at the kitchen table, languidly looked up from his homework. Tugging his headphones off, he looked at the piles of debris on the kitchen floor.

“Oh, that,” he smirked. “Mom’s spring cleaning this weekend.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” His dad asked, fishing a package of chips out of one garage bag, and several chocolate bars out of another.

Closing his math book, the boy rummaged through the bags too, rescuing a box of Fiddle Faddle and an unopened liter bottle of Mountain Dew.

“Come Monday, she says we are all going on a junk-food-free diet,” the teenager explained, tucking the snacks into his backpack. “That means the world will end in three days.”

Trifecta, weekend challenge is to craft a 33-333 word story with this phrase as inspiration: “The world will end in three days.”

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I believe all good fiction includes an element of truth, and all good photography includes an element of fantasy. In this journal I hope to give voice to the stories swirling around in my head, and to capture the images I see through my camera’s lens.

13 thoughts on “Life is over as we know it

  1. I did this to my family! My children have never forgiven me, and they are now adults with their own families. Out went everything they held dear, in less than 3 hours of one afternoon, they still remind me. Not a whit of credit did I get for my motives, only the snubbing of noses at the “horse fodder” that had taken the place of their beloved Ding Dong’s.


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