I saw my first crocus pop up this past weekend. I hope you enjoy G.M.’s creative foray into a spring of the future.
pixabay image by Natan Vance
Written with Spring in mind for D. Wallace Peach-Myths of the Mirror, March Speculative Fiction Prompt.
“Final decomp term in 30,” vacuous voice of the program.
At over seven kilometres beneath the surface of the Laurentian Ocean an oyster gave up its pearl. It had always been a legend and of course there were the believers, the seekers and the nay-sayers. For thousands of years, but never proof. In the end it was a simple logarithm, an amplification.
“Return all secure one, descent in 30.”
“We’re about to enter the abyss,” tour guide interrupting the rote transcript.
The earthquake itself was memorable: the rift in the ocean floor revealed so much more. Not only the Lost City, but there was life. A form of life. Human was the ancient term. Once a year they burst from the seabed…
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