Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! We are a community of writers from around the world who post 100-word stories every week, based on a photo prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
This week’s photo by Sandra Crook highlights some of the charming architecture of Dijon, France. It evokes the feeling of another time and place. That is where my story starts…and ends.
by Jan Brown
Renee woke with a traveler’s headache, temples and eardrums throbbing. Pierre had been the only engineer who could transport her through the timeline without any side effects. But Pierre was gone–kidnapped, tortured and killed by alien invaders.
She stood in the courtyard, admiring the architecture and hoping to see her younger self, to warn her. The war would reduce this city, and indeed much of the planet, to rubble.
Renee spotted her, bouquet of roses in hand. She was walking with Pierre, snuggled into the crook of his arm. She wished they could stay in that moment forever.
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