Wednesday, March 31, 2010

One Moment




He sat on the edge of a broken speeder, and watched the filthy rain falling down around him. It rolled off the roof of his metal shed, and dripped into the street, trailing a caustic film that revived and deformed the weeds in the cracks as the acid sank into the ground.
He hunched his shoulders under a dirty coat, and stared out at the expanse of the city. Speeders and Grounders raced by, each ignoring the other, and all ignoring him. A pitiful human sacrifice on the altar of progress.

13 comments:

ThomG said...

A very "Blade Runner" feel to this. I'd like to see you expand on it.

anthonynorth said...

An important message in this. Nicely done.

Lilibeth said...

It did take me a little while with the speeders and grounders, but I finally got it.

Stan Ski said...

We apply that word 'progress' very inappropeiately at times.

lissa said...

it has a dark mood and understated realism, like ThomG said, I think it would be interesting to expand this story

Dee Martin said...

Okay - it's my turn! More! Sign me up!

Dee Martin said...

I think my comment got eaten :( I am hooked and I hope you do more with it. Speaders and Grounders - yup, love it!

Thomma Lyn said...

Excellent food for thought about what constitutes "progress."

Ann (bunnygirl) said...

Like! I hope there's more of this, or will be soon.

ThomG said...

Hey, thanks for trying out the new 3WW. I'm still testing out coding and stuff, so it's not a go. Yet.

Angel said...

Sad that "progress" leaves some behind.

b said...

Very original. Thank you.

b

Tumblewords: said...

Excellent use of the prompt words! I so enjoyed this short piece!