📖 Snippet from my WIP sci-fi novel, The Drop. Twelve-year old Jonah reflects on the bleak future ahead as Earth disappears piece-by-piece. Full excerpt below…
Earth, 2056 (Drop Year 1)
The neighbors had placed offerings along the last bit of sidewalk in front of where our house had been. We packed them up as best we could and stood huddled there, clinging to each other and what little we had left until our tears ran dry. It was time to move on.
“We can’t stay here, kids,” Mom said. “The neighbors mean well, for now, but…”
But.
She didn’t have to finish the sentence. There was only so much Earth to go around.
Sometimes I wonder if that’s how the world will end, then… with one lonely person balancing on a tiny patch of ground, holding what little they can’t live without, surrounded by absolute nothingness.
And I wonder, if it were me, would I stay standing or simply… step off?
• • •
Follow me and/or head over to rshopson.com for more. I’d love to hear from you.
