#FiveSentenceFiction: Forgotten

Forgotten, or the Sentinel

For Arthur C Clarke

Sentinel Their small group approached the monolith, step by step, grey on grey, in the rocky, icy landscape.

Its surface reflected no light, as each one of them felt the same longing in their heart: they bowed silently, in the solitude of space.

“I appreciate your loyalty”, She said, “few would have undertaken that perilous journey as you have…”

“Mother”, they replied, “Thou are not forgotten, your daughters are here, to worship you”.

Now the monolith was reflecting the light of the distant star: as the intensity grew they felt the irresistible pull, as they started their ascension to their Mother.

Published by Sisyphus47

Deplorable resident of Berlin Wedding... Aspiring writer, geek, photographer and jazz lover...

6 Comments

  2. It was rather odd, but the phrase that struck me was “grey on grey.” It seems like that shouldn’t tell you much, but somehow it allowed me to picture the scene so much better than if it had been left out. One of those little detail that can make a story better!

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