Saturday, 5 January 2019

Holiday Tale Part V

If this was how my world would end it wasn’t what I expected.


In a matter of days, I had heard the obvious sounds of humans from somewhere close, watching tv with a laugh track. 

Now I saw an explanation for how a weed had emerged in my perfect courtyard, if these were the groundspeople.  They were on their hands and knees, their fingers combing the artificial turf for signs of life, their only tool a recycled cranberry juice bottle two thirds filled with water.



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