I am reeling from two consecutive earth quakes, a first day of summer with the highest temperature in living memory and some healthy dose of real life. Lost track of what to do again. Stupid human life. All I can think about is Doom and Destruction. Here’s what today’s prompt brought out…
He sits on a rock with an open notebook in front of him in the ruins of the world. He watches people on the road on their eternal exodus.
“What goes around comes around; Ferdinand circumnavigated the earth,” he shouts.
At night Vasimir engines light up the horizon; rising on pillars of bright smoke to the vault of heavenly bodies. He listens to the rumble, smells the propellants and in his sleep dream of alien skies.
“This is the tomb of Ozymandias.”
“It’s just some doodles.”
“The children will return.”
“Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair, huh.”
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