I escape from the vector-ridden madness of multivariate calculus to unleash my restive muse upon Friday Fictioneers. Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
Here’s my story this week. I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.
1,000,000 Years from Today
“It’s a little rough,” the captain said when I took the drop cloth off. “You know we fly tomorrow, right?”
“I know. I didn’t want it too polished,” I replied. “Earth in the raw.”
“I’ll send back a picture when we make it to Proxima Centauri.”
I laughed. “I’ll be a million years dead by the time you’re in orbit.”
The captain looked around my little yard with the lemon tree, then back at the sculpture.
“Still catches me by surprise sometimes,” he said. “Everything will be gone, won’t it?”
“Everything,” I said.
The title comes from the eponymous song by Astral Projection.