1. The world is empty, a quiet ball of rock and ice circling the last cinders of a star.
2. The larger huts go up quickly once the kilns are built. There’s mud and clay enough along the riverbank to build a city as long as the rains hold off.
3. “Promise me you’ll love again.” She was so frail now, so old. He smiled, unable to speak, and held her hand until she passed away. Bending down to kiss her forehead, his hand gently closing her eyes, he whispered through the tears that fell with the last wisps of his human glamour.
“I always do.”
4. Ship-born children are required by law to spend every third year planet-side. It’s an ancient ruling spawned from the need to get some gravity back in our bones, but now I think they just want to keep us used to blue skies and allergies.
5. Tiny flowers are scattered across the branches like snowflakes, fragile new life that shatters at his touch.