I watched the snow storm approaching. I was tired of this godforsaken place and longed for what I had seen in old videos: a time when the sun shone, when green filled the environment, when people walked outside in thin layers of clothing. I longed to breathe in air filled with sunshine and promise. Yet I knew my desire would not be fulfilled in my lifetime. Our forefathers had created this cold, desolate world with their avarice and wanton misuse of our planet. It was up to us to repair the damage.
What do you think caused this desolate environment?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2015
(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)