draliman on life

Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo comes from – ooh, I just checked, Rochelle as well!

I’m afraid I’ve gone eco-warrior again. You know, one of those ones who pontificates from their armchair before roaring off in their 6 litre 3 miles to the gallon pimp-mobile.

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“Wow, Mum! This virtual reality headset you got me’s great! The sky’s all blue!”

“That’s the colour it was on Old Earth, apparently.”

“Is it like that still?”

“No. That’s one thing everyone agrees on. Nobody can live on Old Earth now. It’s all destroyed.”

“How, Mum?”

“We’re not sure. The record tapes were damaged when the first refugees arrived here and nobody remembers. It must have been quite the disaster, though. Now, come inside, quickly. It’s looking like rain and with the wind coming from the Factory District we don’t want another of your t-shirts dissolving, do we?”