There were too many left, they thought. So they gathered the last of their belongings and wandered down the riverbank.
Too many flowers had sprung from the garden that morning. It had begun with the pinks and the purples and spread to the rest of the palette. Leaves and fronds took places upon the battlements-once-sills, and cast lecherous poses down upon them.
Ribbons like fireworks coursed through the air, joining single soldiers into fighting forces, by bouquet and bayonet, thorns at the ready to deliver the final plunge toward that great sin. Tireless snips and clips transformed them into otherworldly demonstrations of demonic power. By the time that the regular inhabitants had realized that something was amiss, the tide had already turned.
The event marked end of a fifteen-generation family tree spreading its roots upon that land.
The air, smoky as an indoor barbeque, waged war upon their fields, the very heaven & earth joining forces to force them out. The oldest of them fell to the might of the grassroots terror, that homegrown menace, as their own night of blades fell upon them.
The last memories of them fell between the cracks as their remnants snuck from the wreckage behind. A festival turned flight stained the souls of each of them as they found root upon the hills over yonder. Far from the tepid valleys of yore, grappling with cold night skies to catch a glimmer of relief as the chills shook the dew from their roofs.
sort of just wanted to see where this one went, to be honest.
fifteen generations!
maybe not the earth but your city? learning more of it, locality by locality?
It reminded me of the escape from
BTW I always never get the things you intend or the things you were intending to intend. I remember. Remember that story you wrote about someone in a coma? I belive it was called 'coming to' or something like that.
I remember not getting that. I thought it was about like some type of god or something. Cause they were looking at galaxies and stuff lol
for that reason i like to include only wisps of hints of what i mean, i think sometimes to a detriment. and yes! ha Come To, Or A Return. that was a fun one.
do you have any short stories from those days that you're still satisfied with? anything you'd ever look to share, or share more widely?