Sept. 2053

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

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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.

15 thoughts on “Sept. 2053

  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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