"This will all be city, one day."
"Everything will be city, arctic to tropics, tendrils reaching out into the ocean and spiny spikes into the sky, a sprawling nest lousy with humanity. The very Earth will groan under its weight."
"You're a real downer, mister time-traveler, you know that?"
The sad face of changing mother Earth, nice one for the prompt :)ReplyDelete
Thanks for reading! :)Delete
A very different approach to the prompt. Nice read!ReplyDelete
Thanks very much :)Delete
lovely approach to the prompt, David...ReplyDelete
Cheers, Archana :-)
Thank you :)Delete
Wanting to know what comes next - it burns us, but heck, I really wouldn't like to find out. Just focus on now, and trying to make whatt we leave behind as good as it possibly can be.ReplyDelete
Thanks for your thoughts! :)Delete
And the very earth will groan under its weight.ReplyDelete
The earth one day will not be able to bear our burden of wrongs.
Thank you for readingDelete