Sunday Scribblings: Phantons & Shadows
At Sunday Scribblings this week, the prompt is “Phantoms & Shadows.”
“This week: things and people, times, places, events and how your memory has treated them.”
More of a request for a journal entry, one would suppose. But I’m going to stick with something else. A Fiction in 58.
Population Zero
In the end, a beginning.
Humans crashed their civilization, ushered down in toxins dumped cavalier, spiraling into bloody ideological conflict and finally, civil unrest - anarchy. They ate themselves, gorging on the death.
Rains fell fresh and streams ran clear; animals adapted, great herds roamed.
Concrete cracked.
Up from the stone sprouted flowers, vines. Obliterating the human’s empire.
“This week: things and people, times, places, events and how your memory has treated them.”
More of a request for a journal entry, one would suppose. But I’m going to stick with something else. A Fiction in 58.
Population Zero
In the end, a beginning.
Humans crashed their civilization, ushered down in toxins dumped cavalier, spiraling into bloody ideological conflict and finally, civil unrest - anarchy. They ate themselves, gorging on the death.
Rains fell fresh and streams ran clear; animals adapted, great herds roamed.
Concrete cracked.
Up from the stone sprouted flowers, vines. Obliterating the human’s empire.
Comments
(This also reminds me of the movie Wall-E)
phantasmagoria