New Clear W***e

A Story by Jlyn

This is small segment of work in progress.

Dressed from head to toe in black, she blends into the night void of the moons glow and stars twinkle. Her leather knee high boots and heavy steps carry her to the top of Fallout Hill. Upon reaching the top she throws her head back, extends her arms and begins spinning in circles. As she stirs up the gray ash that now covers the ground, she remembers a time when this hill was a lush green carpet of grass covered with dandelion clusters. In her youth she would pluck these dandelion by the fistfuls and carry them off to Grandfather. His face would beam at the sight of her, and he would bask in the innocent joy that radiated within her.

“B*****D!” the voice in her mind screamed. Memories of Grandfather ripped open her wounded soul.

Memories of Earth for many survivors brought great joy; but for her all the pleasantries had vanished.

In the air fragranced with the swill of squalor she shouted “My loveliness has died with the dandelions!”

To Be Continued…