‘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
Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
Wednesday, 27 May 2009
Embroiders do it backwards
When milk was an aspiration
Sleep perchance to dream
Grasp the Bird’s Tail when you can
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