I survived the wedding! Now still catching up on linking, commenting, replying, etc., but also still hanging with relatives and friends from out of town, so I may not completely catch up until tomorrow.
I forgot, since last year, how fun this project is!
Here’s my piece to end the week!
Hurricanes deleted. Tsunamis deleted. Rained-out picnics deleted. All forms of natural precipitation deleted worldwide for 6 months and counting. Post millennia, they hacked even weather. They proved there was no God.
That they were alone.
Her browser displayed Lawn East. Yellow sun. Blue sky. Always blue. She denied tears—facial secretions required quarantine.
A smudge on screen. “Screen, sanitize,” she said. Wiper passed over 3 times.
1 smudge now 2.
2 smudges 5.
Not smudges on screen; drops on lens.
Not scheduled. Not possible.
Sky shook. She shook. Large drops fell inside and out.
What type of story does this feel like to you? When does it take place? Tell me in the comments!
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