100-Word Fiction: ‘In the Museum’

We are waiting for something to happen. It has been weeks. What will be the endpoint of this struggle? There is no point in asking. Not now.

Everywhere becomes a museum, eventually. We should know, we live in one. Grown out of the craters of the past.

There is a natural cycle. The museums are unhoused too, in turn, by new ideologies, new ideas. We watch and wait.

How long is the cycle?

Our theory is that the cycle is as long as it takes for everyone to forget, for everyone to imagine they’re starting afresh.

Fourteen days? Thirty years?