Daydreams and Nightmares
A beautiful dusk had begun to spew a color wheel of light that cascaded over Lake Hali. Peter observed this, and as he did so, he sipped some aged bourbon and puffed an old pipe that had been passed down from his great-grandfather. Peter’s two young children, Abe and Cassie, had been creating a sandcastle that continued to self-destruct when the children had stacked more than three buckets-full of sand.
At the Center of Existence
At the center of a great city, perched atop a crumpled building, sat Drasil; the last woman on earth. Surrounding her were broken things: cars, homes and the like, mementos of suffering. Aside from Drasil, there were no human bodies strewn in the chaos, no bones, no tattered clothes, and no rotting flesh. The only living things were Drasil and verdure. Mother Nature had begun to reclaim what was taken from her, vegetation seeped through every crevasse and crack that allowed it. Bracken covered the roads, and the greenery, with its long tendrils, extended up the sides of buildings and lampposts. Drasil observed this, sitting at the center of all, and foreseeing a rainstorm on the horizon, decided it was time to move on.