Sept. 2053

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abandoned building

I stepped through thick scrub into a silence so profound, I worried that I miscalculated the jump and landed in an in-between time. These were the right ruins, where were the ghosts?

The Trifextra challenge this weekend: a 33-word time travel story

15 comments

  1. sigh, where are the ghosts indeed. But it’s almost hopeful isn’t it? That when you jump and expect to see something, someone , maybe even a thing to resolve, you are greeted with the realization that there is nothing there to haunt you anymore?

    that is my wish, that if I ever go back, that there is nothing there to hurt me anymore.

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