One Hundred Word Story

I push open the door of the capsule and we step out. We’ve landed in the centre of a barren field. Before us sits a city, seemingly abandoned.
“So this is the future!” says Felix, laughing nervously.
“Let’s go” I whisper, shivering.
We walk quickly across the dry soil, pulling our hoods over our red ears. Inside is a large courtyard and in the centre stands a statue, one arm stretched out and festooned with nooses. There’s something familiar about it. I see a plaque at the bottom. It says, King David Green. My stomach clenches. The statue is me.

I got it onto EXACTLY one hundred words, although it pained me to get rid of some of it. Some criticism would be lubberly jubberly. See you all on Monday evening!

Oli! :D