In the crystal blackness of the nighttime sky the golden tail of some terrestrial body illuminates the heavens. Perhaps it is the contrail of some alien ship looking down upon this sad misguided world knowing that soon all of this could be theirs as we perish by our own hands.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Gentle spirals of smoke rose from earthen huts, children played and women performed their chores while their men hunted for game. Such a peaceful site in the face of impending carnage.
The army gathered on the distant rise preparing to launch its attack to conquer the land these people worshiped.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Brochures piled upon the bed, edges rabbit-eared from years of wasted dreams; the world lay before him if only he had the time. As a child Jim dreamt of seeing Europe, Italy, Spain, but it is not meant to be.
A lifetime prison sentence has destroyed all of his plans.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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