The sound of distant thunder could be heard on the deserted powdery playground.
Snow prints littered the scene.
In the early light of day everything was deadly silent. Deadly was indeed the proper word to describe what happened. Deadly because the technology of that world went spinning out of control and now nothing remains.
One could imagine the fun the children had running without a childly care of what tomorrow would bring. The parents sitting on park benches watching with parental pride the little ones who one day would rule the world.
But that was yesterday. That world does not exist.
Footprints are all that remain of that world.
After all, it was just an experiment.
The next one we create will be a better place to inhabit. Let’s rethink that evolution thing again.
According to the dashboard clock on his car it was 7:09 p.m. when he entered the motel parking lot. He had driven over 400 miles today and he was weary. Even the sunset looked dull to his tired eyes.
Their marriage had been deteriorating for the last year so it didn’t surprise him when she ordered him to leave their home early this morning.
He took out his cell phone. No new calls or messages. He realized that he did not know if that was bad or good. He knew one thing. She had expressed her anger by flinging his phone across the room where it hit with a dull thunk against the kitchen cabinet.
The phone had caused his troubles. He had left it home when he went for his morning walk. Upon returning his wife informed him he had a message, which she had overheard, from Pauline, describing in detail their last time in bed.
“Why did he let us go all at once. It would seem to be more effective to drag the process out don’t you think? I mean he has practiced this before without her. Or am I being premature in my judgement.” “Well she also had a hand in this decision you know,” said Richard. “But I mean consider all the odds of being the successful one. About one in 20 million I’ve read. I mean swim, swim, swim and even if you get there first it doesn’t mean that you will be the “lucky” one.” “Well Harry, you know what they say. First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.”