Leaving Earth. 2147
I looked as the Earth became smaller and smaller.
Its blueness shone in the dark void of space.
Soon, gold lights appeared.
At first small specs,
then figures of human size.
As each approached me, it seemed as if they were greeting me.
I said nothing,
unsure if what I was seeing wasn’t a dream.
Then, their color changed to indigo
and they merged into one big half circle
with a dot of the Earth in the background.
I felt their warmness and welcome
and felt surrounded by old familiars.
I could go on in my journey,
This flash fiction is in response to Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge.
September 2, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that shows the interaction of a migrant culture on the place of migration. It can be the reverse, too such as a migrant picking up on local customs. The idea is to explore exchanges.
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