chriswhitewrites

They walked slowly, overwhelmed in artificial canyons, navigating ancient rivers of buckled concrete, the blue ribbon of the sky held overhead by the pillars of glass. The crumbling city ached, groaning with pain at each waterfall of shattered glass sent cascading to the pavement, bellowing as once mighty towers collapsed. It was a dangerous hunting ground – it was their last resort.

Forced from their land an into the margins, into this dinosaur cityscape – forced to search for food in this metallic land, here the earth was compacted, hard beneath their feet.

A whoop of delight echoes through the urban wilderness – the hunting party returns, victorious. Their midden pile grows around the ankles of long forgotten heroes as they celebrate their success. Shadows leap, cavorting in the hollow shells that surround them, in memory of those long since departed to the afterlife.

Joh smiles, his people will go to bed sated, tomorrow their hunt will begin anew.