Kate Campbell
Bio
Stick around for the musings of a garden witch; a little love, a little life, probably a lot of poetry (not even sorry).
Stories (2/0)
A Shape in the Snow
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. As if somehow full of neon lights the sky was still dark, but not dull in the slightest. Streaks of orange yellow and pink blended together fading into a deep purple glow overhead. Stars were hard to spot in these times, but the stories she heard of them from all her mothers kept her searching. Most of the lights in the sky tonight were busy satellites racing along their atmospheric tracks, blissfully unaware of their obsolescence since the final crash. Another reminder of the constant race to wealth that led to so much isolation.
By Kate Campbellabout a year ago in Futurism
