Does it matter afterwards that objects in mirror are closer than they appear?
We drove and never cared.
When they came, they sneaked upon us from behind, and left us stranded.
Roadkill on the evolution highway.
I walk barefoot through the carnage of the last concrete crumbling from another dandelion onslaught.
“For every lasting specie, many more are left behind,” I tell a dinosaur, who nods and says:
“It was the meteors for us, but you, you caused it to yourself.”
I’m humbled knowing well that rats and snakes now populate the world we left.
Only afterwards we cared.
The picture of the rearview mirror reminded me of the text that is put as a warning, which took me to a dystopian metaphor on never learning from history…. hmm wonder how it worked, I’m curious.
This Monday I went back to work, the eye is healing well and if all goes well I should get fully back. Surgery has evolved so much since my father went blind.
Friday Fictioneers is the perfect prompt to increase your skills in writing. Every Wednesday Rochelle gives us a picture and example. We write and try to read as many we can. It’s addictive.
May 10, 2017