AA Kondrat
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Musings about dreams, space, magic, science, and the future of our universe.
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Bones
Mottled pink light of the coming sunrise filtered through thick fog across a small lake. A huddled figure stirred at the base of a giant oak along the shore. The figure was an ancient looking woman, cloaked in a raggedy robe. Stringy hair hung over her creased face and touched the ground as she rummaged in the leaf litter. At last, her dry old hands held what looked like a lump of animal fur. Her thick grey nails tore into the pellet, revealing small bones, ribs, a skull. She examined the tiny rodent skeleton delicately. Running her fingers over the smooth clean bone, scraping into the crannies of each one with a sharp nail. Satisfied, she placed the bones and fur into a basket and stood up. Hunchbacked and stiff, she began to make her way along the shore to a narrow trail that met the lake. The eerie quiet was broken with an owl’s hoot. It was a sound that filled your ears and brought a heaviness to your heart. The woman looked up as a great barn owl flew overhead. Following the raptor with her eyes she watched as it landed high in the branches of the oak. Another hoot echoed across the lake. The sun was rising, burning away the heavy mist that clung to the trees and covered the water. The forager was gone. Birds began their songs, breaking the night into day.
By AA Kondrat4 years ago in Fiction
Against All Odds
He stared at the ceiling. Heaviness in his chest pressed on his lungs making it hard to breathe. The room swirled in a nauseating way, blending into a color wheel of muted blues and office grays. The metal desk pushed back securely as he leaned onto it, the last soldier in the fight against gravity. Finally, he took a rough but full breath. The color wheel slowed revealing a haphazard office. Manilla folders littered the corners of the room and filing cabinets were agape. This was it, wasn’t it? The end. He could still hear the clang of beer glasses as his partner spoke passionately,
By AA Kondrat4 years ago in Fiction
