On to the Horizon

Tracks, by Sandara

Still nothing.

There’s a certain sound that dying cities make – a groaning, shadowed emptiness, punctuated by the shriek of shattering glass-sheets or the rumble of a skyscraper’s collapse. You can feel it.

She’s not here. I go through the breathing exercises, three seconds in, four seconds out. Calm down.

Mummy, where are you?

I forage through the empty habitation blocks – long-life food and pharmaceuticals. A heavy winter coat.

The monorail line stretches out at my feet, stretches on, to the next suburb, to the horizon. Is that a real place?

I’ll find out.


The heavy, metallic footsteps clank on the tracks.

We’ll find her.





Written for this week’s SciFriday prompt. What’s SciFriday? Click the link, write a story! 

I also used some of this week’s BeKindReWrite prompts: Breathing Exercise and Is that a real place?

Let me know what you think!

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7 thoughts on “On to the Horizon

  1. lly1205 says:

    Both the image and the story are striking, I really liked this!


  2. lexy3587 says:

    there’s a whole story behind this – very cool. The imagery in this was excellent

  3. The sound of the dying city – chilling, and so REAL. The little details, like his breathing exercises really round it out and make it hit home. Great painting of world AND character.

  4. Bryan Ens says:

    Sounds of a dying city…very cool take on the prompt. Hope they succeed in their quest!

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