Tales from the Wasteland VI – Michal Karcz
The road ends.
All roads do, eventually.
The wasteland stretches, eternal, grey and broken, scarred by our hands as though we were gods. Black snow falls – powdered buildings, powdered highways, powdered people. Once a city stood here. Now all are lost, and I am cursed to wander this dead earth.
The road ends.
But the journey continues.
chris white writes 
Wonderful image. I found that the first two lines and the last two, without the middle paragraph, were haunting and evocative in their simplicity. Beautiful writing. Thanks for sharing.
I came so close to cutting that middle paragraph! Should’ve gone with my gut…
Thanks for stopping by, Diane! And thanks for the compliment, too…
An interesting cycle that reveals little but hides much – for now.
Cheers, Eric – although I don’t think much else will come of it. The mystery is the story, in this case…although I have revisited and then sold stories from the past, so maybe that will happen here, too.