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:
A very "Blade Runner" feel to this. I'd like to see you expand on it.
An important message in this. Nicely done.
It did take me a little while with the speeders and grounders, but I finally got it.
We apply that word 'progress' very inappropeiately at times.
it has a dark mood and understated realism, like ThomG said, I think it would be interesting to expand this story
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I think my comment got eaten :( I am hooked and I hope you do more with it. Speaders and Grounders - yup, love it!
Excellent food for thought about what constitutes "progress."
Like! I hope there's more of this, or will be soon.
Hey, thanks for trying out the new 3WW. I'm still testing out coding and stuff, so it's not a go. Yet.
Sad that "progress" leaves some behind.
Very original. Thank you.
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Excellent use of the prompt words! I so enjoyed this short piece!
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