Today, on this first Drabble Wednesday of
2017, I bring odd tales of the old year passing into the new...
Breakdown
“You just had to take the scenic route! On
our end of the year holiday! And now the engine’s failed! And we’re stuck in some
backwater nowheresville!”
“How was I to know? The engine was working
just fine until, well, five minutes ago.”
“It was working just fine... How many times
have I heard that?” Lips turned into a pouty sneer. “How long until mechanical
assistance shows up?”
“They said about an hour, depending on
their hyper-drive.”
“What! An hour stuck above this dreg of a
planet called Earth? What could be worse?”
“Stuck over the spice mines of Kessel?”
~*~
Tales of Time
Father Time and Baby New Year, such quaint
images of the one year passing to the next. Iconic representation of endings
and beginnings.
Not true, of course.
The truth is far less... simplistic.
The Keeper of Time is more than an old man
with a scythe and an hourglass. I am millennia and a millisecond breathing in
infinite universes. I change the fabric of existence, snuff heartbeats with a flick
of my finger. Each year I grasp life and death in my hands, and inevitably some
of you will pass me on my long road.
Will this be your year?
~*~
The Heralding
They say the new year will be better.
They’re not paying attention.
Good.
We like it that way.
The signs are there, but humans are blind
to our foul taint. Our coming does peculiar things to a world. Strange climate
oddities, increased deaths, unnatural anger and aggression.
And hate.
We love the hate. It feeds us.
We will be strong on this world. We will
feast on this world.
Consume it whole and leave nothing but an
ashen corpse.
It won’t be long now.
The dead will rise from their graves, and
the darklings will live.
Be seeing you soon...
© A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved
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