Perfugium
©July 21st, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
“What is that, Sire?” clicked Secondus.
Primus, squinting through the periscope at the watery world around them, clicked out a reply.
They’d been stranded in the trenches of the ocean world. Air supplies had diminished, as the plants in their craft died. They’d risen to the surface just in time.
Their craft bobbed shoreward. The water fell away; the drowned land rose into view with no sign of life.
A colossal figure holding its torch loomed.
Primus quailed within. “They must have been giants!” he clicked.
They discerned some writing below – an alien script.
No matter; they’d finally found refuge.
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