Once a year, as he had for over 600 years now, Feldspar
awoke and cast a wary glance outward into the world of Men. It seemed so very
long ago now since the machines and such had inexorably taken dominion over the
things of nature.
The fanciful creatures such as himself had, at length, been
forced to either go elsewhere or watch the slow death of the land continue
unabated.
It took the solitary rock gnome scant time to note nothing
had changed since he’d last awakened himself. Sighing, he withdrew back into
the stone to dream of happier times.
This story was written for Visual Dare #23: Peeking

This is lovely, lovely work. I love how you seem to always leave at least one buried "academic pun" in each flash fiction piece (yay Feldspar!), and I also love how your entries always have that feel of being a snapshot of a much longer story. This one is no exception. Would like to know what the gnome is dreaming of, and what has been lost...
ReplyDeleteThanks again for another stellar entry!!