By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
In response to Photo Prompt by elmowrites 100 Word Story
Where are all the children?
The playgrounds lay bare
empty of laughter
empty of shenanigans
gone are the playful squeals
of boys chasing girls
and girls capturing boys.
What manner of catastrophe
what evil pestilence or
devious war machine
has robbed this merry place
of joyful children running around
with exuberant abandonment
while attentive parents look on?
I see them! I have found the children!
Huddled safe in their homes clustered around their i-Toys, their a-Droids
and their boxes full of x’s, virtual guns and bombs. There’s their parents
on their devices, satisfying their vices in perfect disharmony.