Track The tall trees shelter us from the heat, high above the still green leaves. The path is a ruler, one cannot go wrong. But the woods are silent, nothing stirs, and we know we are observed. Someone, somewhere, is counting our steps, deciphering our minds. Soon, we will know.
Thursday May 4 I must have lost consciousness for a long time. I don't remember who I am, I don't know where I am. Was I travelling? Where did I start my journey? I look up, alerted by the sound of waves. It is dusk. Is this desolate shore my final destination? On whose … Continue reading Obelisk #writephoto
In memory of Arthur C. Clarke (The Sentinel) When they saw you, they knew, as if eons of time had collapsed into this instant: the smooth surface, the faint light absorbed, the silence. Space was unforgiving, and you had waited such a long time, in the absolute solitude of the desolated moon. But now you … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Waiting
Forgotten, or the Sentinel For Arthur C Clarke 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 … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Forgotten