The eternal glow and flicker of neon flashed across the wet streets as it did every day and night.  Not that the two were discernible.  Time stops mattering when the skies are forever black and incessant rain falls onto a once vibrant world washing away all hope and joy.  Cloaked figures scurry from one place of refuge to another, dodging puddles with hoods pulled close over sallow faces.  A world drowning – floundering and gasping for breath drifting through the blackness of space waiting to die.  In the shadows the damned whisper tales of a different time, a time when the palette of life with its grey and brown was vibrant and alive but those days are lost now to all but a few.  So they wait, clinging onto hope that the exploration ships will return to take them away, that they will be rescued from the planet that has rejected them and that they will be part of a new future for humanity.  But it has been so long – beyond memory now – since the ships left.

 

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About Michael

Husband, dad,programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation.

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