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The following spring
The abbey gardensI straighten my back and look over the herb garden. It's a bright spring day and I can smell earth and grass and growing things. It's the sort of day when you can't help but feel hopeful. I've had a lot of days like that, lately ( Read more... ) -
You can always go home, but you can't go home all the way.
Some years after the ApocalypseTurns out even in these days you can find a single human in this wide world, if you look hard enough ( Read more... ) -
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The Carnival lot is quiet, and seems strange to me. Foreign, like it was never home, even for this Micah. I suppose Management don't care if I'm here now. They probably think it's funny.
I can't just leave. I have to - say goodbye. I look at Genny's wagon, and I try not to remember...a lot of things.
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And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
Moments after the apocalypse failsSo many things I meant to do, these past years. Maybe leave Excolo, go find my sister and my baby, who'll have babies of her own now, she survived. Never happened. Seems like I can't leave this land, with my goddess gone into it ( Read more... ) -
to be continued...
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The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things...
In an empty field, twilight
A fortnight later
I sat there and started at the space that once held a dilapidated water tower for a very long time. It seems almost inconceivable that it's gone...
almost as inconceivable as what befell Iblis.
Oh, I will admit I felt a moment of prideful satisfaction; let us see how you enjoy being trapped in a ( Read more... ) -
Joy to the world
Two years later
At The Dormouse
Bin a busy day 'ere. Sunshiney sort o'day, so we put out tables an' chairs on the street. Really drew people in, so we'll prob'ly keep doin' it.
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The darkness drops again
After the end, time unknown
And the wire snapsI scream, thin human sound, and start to run, barefoot and right now entirely mortal. I'd know if he was gone. I'd know it. He must be here somewhere. He must ( Read more... ) -
I take the thought of you and burn it to the ground
After the dust has settled.
Outside the water tower
Yesterday
I came out, as the sun started to set. He's not here. I hadn't realized how much He had permeated this town until He no longer did. All I could compare it to was... breathing freely after some great weight had been lifted from your chest. I could suddenly breathe again. But ( Read more... )