Mysterious Disappearance After 10,000 Earth years since the last visit, today was Earth’s turn. The Angelic Scientific Krew (ASK) chattered happily (telepathically) at how good the planet looked. Clean skies and water, lush vegetation of all kinds, and a full complement of fauna — but curiously no humans. It was surprising, as humans had a…
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What do you see # 27 — Surprise
Surprise At 102 years old, the best part of her day was sitting on the warm wooden bench, in the sun, watching the wind ruffle the water’s surface and rustle through the oak and willow trees. Her sons and their wives, now in their 70’s, joined her a couple of times a week at the…
#FF — For the first time
I’d allowed myself to be talked into attending the farce of a wedding, then reception. The dunce cap napkins said it all. Everyone knew Melinda’s marital pattern of marriage-to-millionaire followed by unfortunate-death-of-groom, then whirlwind-romance-leading-to-engagement-with-next-rich-dupe. She forgot what number Harold was: 4? 5? Even my hard-boiled cynicism couldn’t ignore how Melinda and Harold looked at and…
#FF — This Old House
This Old House Paris is in the rearview mirror. All that’s left of it is a water-damaged photo. Does it matter who dumped who when things turned sideways? You found me that night, on the bridge, plugging in to a protected power cable. I later learned about the filthy garbage bin you picked up off…
What do you see? #26 — Survivors
It was their 28th day at sea. The last of the humans who hadn’t been infected decided it was the only way to save their species. No place on land had escaped the pestilence of the virus. Each person had been tested before being allowed to board. Supplies were enough to last two months, and…
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #131 — Virus
The masses were clamoring to lift the lock-down, encouraged by a loudmouth elite. Safe in his gated community, he went as far as promoting a naked love-in on the lawns of capitol buildings across the country just to show there was nothing to fear from the bogey of the virus. Most of the naked protestors…
#FF — Up on the Roof
Up on the Roof It was that kind of day — cotton-puff clouds dotting robin’s-egg-blue skies, sun enough to warm — that made Sill glad to be alive. She flipped the shop’s sign to “Closed” and climbed eight floors to the roof. Ergochair molding to her curves, Laura Nyro crooning on her radio; within minutes…
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