‘When will we arrive at the new Earth?’Elemental had fled the dying times- the last best hope for humanity. At the ceremony, the year borns asked the ritual question.
And received the ritual lie as they orbited-waiting.
The lost and homeless are rarely wanted even out in the stars
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.