Flash Fiction: My Globe

Kids can be wise.

I was sitting in my workshop, working on my project – a model of earth. My ten year old son walked in. He looked at the globe for a few seconds and then turned to me.

“This is wrong, Dad. We have learnt about the earth. It does not look like this.”

“This is my globe of the future, kiddo. Global warming has sunk most of the land, leaving only few far off island areas.”

“Then, I prefer the globe of the past. Where all land was together, all people were close.”

He was right…

Word Count: 100

Prompt: Friday Fictioneers 14th December 2018