Sunday Scribblings: Phantons & Shadows

At Sunday Scribblings this week, the prompt is “Phantoms & Shadows.”
“This week: things and people, times, places, events and how your memory has treated them.”
More of a request for a journal entry, one would suppose. But I’m going to stick with something else. A Fiction in 58.

Population Zero
In the end, a beginning.
Humans crashed their civilization, ushered down in toxins dumped cavalier, spiraling into bloody ideological conflict and finally, civil unrest - anarchy. They ate themselves, gorging on the death.
Rains fell fresh and streams ran clear; animals adapted, great herds roamed.
Concrete cracked.
Up from the stone sprouted flowers, vines. Obliterating the human’s empire.

6 comments:

gel(Emerald Eyes) said...

I like this take on the prompt. These crushing words from your title to that terrific beginning "in the end, a beginning" deftly shows how "humans crashed their civilization"...and other forms of life lived on. Well-done.
(This also reminds me of the movie Wall-E)

Tumblewords: said...

This could be flash truth. Very nice work...

paisley said...

it makes me realize how little we actually have to do with the planets plan for herself.. who are we to think that we are the civilization that must endure??? the best may well be yet to come..... lets not stand in its way....

Pretty Me!! said...

i fear this might happen someday !! well wriien :)

gautami tripathy said...

Tight, terse and very effective

phantasmagoria

floreta said...

simple and powerful! "They ate themselves, gorging on the death." i like that sentence.