This is a Friday Fictioneer story. That is a weekly writing prompt where you have to write a 100-word story based on a picture. The moderator, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts it on her site every Wednesday. Here is this week’s picture.
Through long wanderings in time and space, she at last made her way, inexorably, home to Aleppo.
Drained, she sank to the street and watched Bronze Age merchants jostle past, unseeing.
She jumped, centuries flicking by. The city grew, was destroyed, rose again.
Stop. No further.
But then she was there—her time.
Bombed buildings. Rubble-choked avenues.
Memories poured in. Her heartrate spiked.
Was that birdsong? Or—
—the whistle of the mortar—
The VR helmet was yanked off. The heart monitor was screaming.
“Sorry.” The technician tucked the blanket around her useless limbs. “That’s enough travel recreation for today.”