This week's #0ddprompt was "Ghost of a ghost," which inspired me to do a little hopeless apocalypse #microfiction !
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Our forebears called themselves "the ghost of civilization." They were inheritors of a shattered planet and ended histories, but still they wrung order from these blasted lands.
They scoured the razed libraries as they did the fields, famished for knowledge and food both. Too thin and sparse they were to fill the rags and crumbling walls that were their birthright.
Yet they persevered; they ruled and were ruled, they wrought law and safety for their meagre few. They survived.
To what end?
If they were civilization's ghost, what then are we? We children of their children's children who scurry in the dark like desperate rodents. We who have lost the might of both pen and sword.
We are the ghost of a ghost; a whisper of all that was great before us, reduced once again to animal instinct. We are the final flame flickering in a cold wind, lighting the last unfinished page of a moral-less story that's outstayed its welcome.
#writing