Thursday, November 30, 2006

Canto-nized

“Forever Autumn!” that’s what it said, scrawled across the lower right corner of a sun-faded portrait, of the most alluring Canto-Pop Queen ever to grace the airways between Hong Kong and the Zhuhai Sez. Few realized that she was nothing more than an A.I. construct. Even fewer knew that she was no longer even that, or that she was now well and truly, dead!

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Sunrise

Hanging heavy in the morning light, the sun like a dull, red ball, as big as a lunar cheese wheel, slowly rose into the sky. Somewhere in this shimmering mass of air, between Hill’s End and “The Morning’s Glory” at Trentha Falls, a bunyip stirred.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Gumshoe

The promise of rain, lying in fat droplets on a teak-stained boardwalk, harassed by a fickle wind, waiting like some shadow-shrouded sidewalk-swallow for an opportunity to approach. I pulled up the collar of my trench coat, against the moist kisses of the wind, and walked on.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Not the brightest kid

Clouds raged! Across the sky, encroached bolts and sheets of lightning. Each thunderclap, announcing post-haste that War, had broken out! Between Air and Water, using Fire and Dust as media to wage their conflict. George stood under the only tree on the high, barren, promontory and watched: he wasn’t the brightest kid on the block – he liked to talk of dragons. In years to follow, some would call him a Saint.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Three days out

Three days out on a long, straight road, seemingly going to nowhere, we found it, a low, long eroded and slowly sinking ridge, once previously known only to Lockhart – fortune and glory…and gold!

Sunday, November 05, 2006

End Over

Shadowed shapes loom out of the flat, pale twilight of pre-dawn. A car, hops madly from patch to patch of ground-loving mist, rushing, lights off, towards some destination. The last fateful day of Earth had just begun.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

A clawful affair

Throughout the far flung reaches of the tidal pool, floating on eddy currents, spiraling against the flow, bits of news touched rock and shell and fish alike – the “Crab” was dead!

Friday, November 03, 2006

Was Life

In the last years of the twentieth century, the rains fell – little did we realize the seeds of humanity’s destruction lay dormant in each drop that fell. Once it was, that water was life! But now, mid-way into the first century of the new millennium , death stalks even the smallest drop.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

All in good time

“Wind blows, fire burns, rain falls, and all that is on Earth settles to nothing more than a handful of dust!” The guardian rasped out the ancient litany, last of her kind, ready for the passing over… it was her time, but she would have to wait; another millennia to be exact!