Dreaming of trees we journeyed through space to a new planet, hoping to seed the future for humankind. Tall Trees I still can’t believe they left me here. I know they weren’t my real parents, and the crew were in a panic, but really, they could have waited. I think they were assumed I was delirious, lost. Maybe it was …
Micro-fiction 057 – Angelo (Post-Apocalypse series)
Love is desperate in the darkness of a post-apocalyptic world. Angelo Their love erupted in the darkest, deepest alley. It seemed to stretch ever further into the shadows where the light was absorbed slowly, then expunged entirely. There too, sound was deadened, muffled, the shunting of distant cars felt like thuds underwater, and the stench of decay overwhelmed the slick …
Micro-fiction 056 – First People (Post-Apocalypse series)
The indigenous people of the planet have bought back their original lands, and everything within. First People On a distant planet, somewhere in the solar system of Barnard’s star the silhouette of two figures spread long shadows deep into the sands of the plain. “At last. It’s taken so long. I can’t believe it” Muffled by her thin scarf Namid …
Micro-fiction 055 – The Meadow by the Pool (Post-Apocalypse series)
A meditation on life and existence a thousand years from now… The Meadow by the Pool I sat by the pool, fishing for souls, scooping them up from the placid waters by the forest. In the bright sunlight through the trees I could see a hazy figure in the meadow, collecting the first daisies and clovers of Spring. The journey …