Vijaya Sundaram

Poet, Musician, Teacher, and Amateur Visual Artist

Hive-bound

PHOTO PROMPT © Janet Webb

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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Thanks to Fairy Blog-Mother, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers every week, and for letting us bloom into story-tellers in the magic of her warm encouragement!

Trinity

 

Claire Fuller (7)

PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Claire Fuller

Genre: Post-Apocalyptic Fiction

Word Count100 words

Trinity

There is no way to beat about the bush.

All life ceased to be.  So, how am I writing this?  I’m not.  I’m speaking directly into your mind.

You wandered into this spot three million years after it happened.  We were waiting.

The radiation levels were safe for you, and you happened to have been born, the Great Mushroom-Cloud only know how, and to whom.  We were waiting.

Our tires sustained no damage.  Even our store was standing.  See those two ghost-like figures on the door?  That’s us. We joined Michelin-in-the-Sky.  We are Roper and Son.

And we’re not friendly.

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 Thanks, as always to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and to Claire Fuller for that depressing (but compelling) photograph!