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It is hot and humid in the back alley of a city that was increasingly—chokingly—becoming overwhelmed by urbanization.
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Esme passes her hand over her scrying pool, attempting to clear the blurred images and connect with her sister, Maeve; she sees multiple snatches of plastics-littered fields and horizon and dead vegetation, smoky ill-colored skies, a bright blue button dropping from a crone’s hand, the edge of a purple cape undulating with the hand’s motion, followed by the view of a wild-haired troll woman, tail whipping, groaning over her ballooning belly as the words of a restorative spell barely come through distorted audio.
When the rains passed, and evening was well on its way (though the sun still burned white-hot in the firmament), Little Blue lifted her head from under the scrap of newsprint and sighed.
(freeform and prosy future’s not lookin’ rosy I struggle to rhyme)
Be Kind, Rewind
We don’t exactly know when the Great Clock stopped, But we could’ve had a sense of the pendulum’s swing faltering, Except that everything went digital and we lost ourselves.
Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE. 10/18/2024). No more than 250 words in length.
It’s dark, past midnight on Edgewater Ridge. The night is closed and starless, though the rain passed through less than a half an hour ago. Except for the line of cars parked along one side of the street, nothing moves through the shadows or under the sporadically spaced houselights. Continue reading →
From Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr’s photo prompt, The Unicorn Challenge (12/22/23). No more than 250 words in length. Otherwise, let your creative flag fly!
Zeke was a Schmittyboy from the tip-top of his wrangling hat, to the red-dusted toes of his herding boots. Picture twin moons, Phobos and Deimos, shining in rare alignment over Arizon’s desert plain.Continue reading →