January's Workshop 20 Minute Warm-up Writing - 1st March 2035 by Adam Rutter

credit: gencraft

I went out today, riding on my tricycle*, which was given to me as a birthday present. The paths were covered in snow. The wheels swished through the slush along the road. There was very little traffic. The snowfall was lighter than yesterday. Chestnut horses huddled together by the fence, standing under a large fir tree. All the fields were heaped in snow. A few houses began to build up into a suburban area, interspersed with tall grey building blocks. Parked on the other side of the street was an old green car surrounded by building rubble. An elderly gentleman looked at me with a blank expression, knowing that I was a stranger in this unfamiliar town. 

I saw a bright flash of light from the corner of my eye, followed by a loud explosion. I flew off my tricycle. Stone and concrete shot out everywhere, people running and screaming. This can’t be happening, I thought. There hasn’t been a war in Gaza for ten years. What was it with the green car? I had no idea. I had never seen a vehicle like it in my life. And why were there bombs going off? I do not understand. I know there is a possibility of time travel, but I mean, c'mon!

* word maze random words