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FLASH FICTION II: PETRICHOR VESSELS

FLASH FICTION II: PETRICHOR VESSELS

Jan 05, 2023

I enjoyed the sudden burst of storytelling yesterday with Thrun and so decided to do another one. this time we stay in the Legacy Universe, but move up from the distant past on another planet to the recent yesterday in the black, white, and gray neighborhood called Gaslit Abandon in the Rail. Take a gander and let me know what you think!

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PETRICHOR VESSELS

A single vibrating chord wafts across eternal bass and the hollow notes of a forlorn synthesizer. What few lights remain shift from thoughtless pink to Cretaceous amber, shining down on raised hands reaching for a better sky. The music has them, pump pump rhythm calling nearby souls to forsake the world. The Dead are outside. Within the walls of Club Naught, bats shake off the dust of day and stretch to greet the blacklight life.

Edie Apocrypha never ignored the call. In fact, she built her life around it. The stage beneath her steel-strapped boots could barely contain her presence. She prowled across it, her words centipedal between the music.

Follow me into the glade

Into the nevermore display

Case museum Rosetta fade

Mine eyes in yours, forever played

Beads of sweat formed over the greenish scale dots tattooed across the bridge of her auburn nose. Her short, spiky hair glistened under hot lighting. She paused after the last line to stare into the crowd.

There.

Iron Madina, hair long, face chalky. Eyes just as daunting as Edie's. There she was, undulating side to side to the beat, not a care in the bloody world. Tight black clothing, touched gently by the wave of dangling threads at her forearms. Silver chains reflecting amber shine.

The goths admired Edie. The singer admired Madina from afar.

She came. She said she would, and she did.

The heat of the lights vanished, washed away by the cool rain Madina brought. One vision changed the season. She brought rain where there had been none, only one concert after beleaguering concert. To fall into her arms after this set would be to embrace the petrichor...

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