(PHOTO PROMPT © Penny Gadd )
It wasn’t just the plant that grew in a bold and unrestricted manner. Every ceiling on desire was brought down and every shackle on ambition unshackled. Each book meriting its place on the bookshelf ceased to command a standing and was now at the apex of irrelevance. People issuing warnings about the untrammeled profusion of Virtual Reality were relegated to the confines of peripherality as prophets of doom.
Now the machines had taken control. The word was their information highway and mankind, insignificant puppets traversing the lanes. Puppets as worthless as spiraling branches, neglected, and taken for granted.
(Word Count: 98)
This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE
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Wonderful take on the photo prompt. What a read!
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
Thank you so much!
Interesting take on that really weird plant 🙂
Thanks Much! Weird is the word!
Hmm. Not one I’ve seen scrambling around. 🙂