PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb
Word Count: 100 words of text, exactly
Genre: Post-apocalyptic magic-sci-fi
Hive-Bound
©August 18th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
I wait, resting my haunches, dreaming of other times.
My people went away millennia ago, leaving our perfect hive among beautiful, polished stones on a blue china plate, which sat on a table abandoned by humans who’d left in a noisy hurry, and hadn’t taken anything with them.
Everybody on the planet had left.
I stayed behind. I am the guardian of this beautiful, irradiated, breath-killing world, and I know they won’t forget me.
In stasis, I watch my dreams flow by, iridescent as the wings of my people.
Time passes. I wait quietly on my eggs, which never hatch.
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