I liked the rush…

“I liked the rush, I liked the crunch. Never did look back at the fallout.”

Theme for our course on human history, a quote from the last human left.

Note the landscape in the photo above. Humans left very little behind when they were finished with their planet.

Note, in the mirror, evidence that in end times they carried a little habitat called a “trailer” behind them, in which they could abide in the wasteland they had created. They lived like death turtles.

Ironically, the final humans did not need to look back at the fallout. It caught up with them.

for First Line Fridays

Rats

The capitol grew rank in the summer heat, the humid streets clogged with sweating tourists and rats.

Striding down the sidewalk, Jon Abramson soaked through his finest summer suit. In court he would make his final arguments before a dripping jury, wilted.

Heun Su pushed her baby’s pram toward the park, she and her daughter dehydrating along the way. Su, spending quality time with her child before heading to the hospital to perform afternoon brain surgery. A nurse would sponge her brow to keep her eyes clear while she worked.

Meanwhile, the rats on the streets, sensing something seriously wrong with the climate, were heading as one out of town, due north.

for First Line Fridays.

The words blurred into one another…

The words blurred into one another, every yellowed page like the one before.

“What does it say?”

“I can’t tell. The words are blurred one into another.”

“Two-by-two? Can you…?”

“No, all the words on the page are one big blur.”

“How can a word at the beginning of the page blur into a word at the end of the page?”

“It’s just one big blur, ok? Maybe each word blurs into the next. One into another. Maybe each word is just sitting there blurred by itself. All I know is, you can’t read anything. Not a single word. All blurred into one another.”

“Seems like if they all… Never mind. Try the next page.”

“The next page is yellowed too. It’s like the one before.”

“Try the page after that.”

“Every page is like the one before.”

“So what you’re telling me is, the thing is one big blur.”

“Probably got wet. A long time ago.”

“So we’ve got no idea what it’s about? It could be about anything. It’s a worthless book.”

“Well, it’s not the only book. There’s a pile of them.”

“Have you checked the others or just this one?”

“Every one is like the one before.”

 

For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie