They lived above the clouds, far from the germs and messiness they’d lied and cheated themselves away from. Luxury abodes with multi-dimensional holodecks immersed them in fairytale landscapes, where things were flawless. Blossoms never wilted; butterflies immortal. Crystal springs gurgled and the insects never bit. Lovers always smiled.
When the virus hit on the planet they weren’t worried. Social distancing had been their privilege for decades. The Overlords’ sky abodes were linked to each other in a wagonwheel configuration, all joined to the Platform. The Platform was the umbilical cord of life to the Overlords. Water, food, drugs, medicine, electricity, wifi, etc. all rose through the pneumatic machinery of the Tube under it. The hum of it throbbed like a heartbeat.
One morning they woke to silence. No one left and no one came on the bare platform. Now facing reality, they felt alive.
Sarah is today’s host of dVerse. Sarah says:
For this prompt, we ask you to write a piece of flash fiction in 144 words or less, including a quotation from a poem. This week’s quotation is:
No one left and no one came on the bare platform.
— from Adelstrop by Edward Thomas