It was seven in the evening, and someone was mowing their lawn. The two suns were shining down the long town streets; one half-sunk under the horizon, the other following its partner languidly to the end of the day. It feels like happiness; it felt like something eternal to Jeorgax, as he looked at the setting suns when the five Hyperion-class skyereasers tore overhead, wrenching his town and his life into a night of confusion and despair. The war with the Waldlots began at sunset, and just as Jeorgax hadn’t seen it coming, he had no idea when it would end.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment