Coming Home
The Arrival
Their exodus to the stars lasted many generations. Plague had wiped out most of the First People.
But they made it.
The landing was uneventful, but it had been a long day of unloading, back-breakingly by hand. All operational knowledge, including that of any equipment’s use, had morphed from fact to faded myth.
“What should we call our new home?” A’dma asked his firstborn.
K’ain looked to the stars, then the barren rock that hung above. It was almost like there was a face on it, and it was winking!
K’ain turned, “Let’s call it E’den, dad. It’s paradise”
The story behind the story…
This theme has turned into an accidental collaborative flash anthology with several authors.
First, Nanji Erode’s story began our journey:
Then, Zane Dickens’ version:
Then Smillew Rahcuef took their turn:
Josh Knapp wrote the first version that I read and currently the last version:
Paul Mansfield is a writer, a photographer, a guitar player, a philosopher — some he does well, some not so well, but he still tries them all.
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