PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast
Fog rolled across the prairie with a shriek of a forgotten whistle and the thunder of a locomotive.
Irv held his grandson, Bill, as the apparition approached.
And there it was, car after car of chemicals heading east, roaring past just as it had all of those years ago.
Bill’s jaw dropped. He’d never seen the like.
Irv had. The Earth had to give up its bounty, even though there was precious little. The teaming millions and billions wanted and wanted.
The trains had stopped, replaced by the killing smokes.
A breeze blew away the train.
“Let’s go,” Irv said.
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Word count = 100
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo © Jennifer Pendergast. Read more or join in by following the InLinkz “linky“.
Trent's World (the Blog) 
Some type of post-apocalypse western? I like it.
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Yep. Thanks!
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An evocative picture of a futuristic world. Well done.
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Thanks. Hopefully our future is a little brighter…
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Great story. I love the first line.
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Thanks. Trying to set the atmosphere :)
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A well-done thought provoker, Trent. Eerie, indeed.
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Thanks.
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:-)
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A chilling portrayal of 2030…
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Sometimes I think it might be that soon…
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…and then there was none. Well done Trent.
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Thanks, Keith.
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Edging on apocalyptic! Nicely done!
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Thanks!
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You nailed it. We are such unapologetic users, takers. We don’t give back. We demand more.
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Always wanting more. And how can this little bit that I want hurt? (times three hundred million…) Thanks.
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Spacy and haunting, it is a vision of the future that I hope gets derailed. I feel sorry for the grandson :(
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Thanks. Yeah, I hope we can get back on track for a greener future… The grandson has never known any other life, so he has to used to living with the ghosts of the past…
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You’re welcome, Trent.
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This is so powerful. The pictures are intense, the memories as foggy as the smoke from the train. Well done.
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Thanks. i was trying to capture some of the hazy atmosphere from the photo.
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The killing smokes is a harrowing image. Well written Trent.
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Thanks, Iain.
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Dear Trent,
That sent a chill up my spine. Well done…the story, not the human condition.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle. I hope your get away is going well.
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So grim, Trent. You did a wonderful job creating a bleak dystopian mood.
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Thanks, Diana. For some reason the landscape in the background just looks dead…
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You capture a lot in 100 words, Trent!
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Thanks, Rebecca.
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This is well done, Trent. People do keep taking and taking.
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Thanks, Robbie. yes, us humans seem to just continue to take and take…
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Chilling how we humans keep taking Earth’s resources.
Excellent, Trent
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We do; we just keep taking and taking and someday…. Thanks, Dale.
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