Caped, drifting phantoms all, we stared at what remained of the moon. That’s all we ever did. Pockmarked and punctuated by the very same asteroid that careened into the Earth, the bitter irony, it was not us who’d ended it, after all. All those threats, the fear mongering, the supposed inevitability, and, instead, all ended by a rock. It was no recompense, no solace to the ghosts who remained, but at least it had changed the view.
Published by Richard Ankers
Richard is a writer and author of The Eternals Series published by Creativia. A former Authonomy.com gold medalist, part of HarperCollins, Richard has had many short stories and poetry published and always feels extremely privileged each time. A prolific writer, a constant source of clearing his mind, Richard has created this website to share just some of the many poems and prose he has written that would otherwise have fallen by the wayside. Reading and writing have always been Richard's main love along with the pursuit of keeping fit. Running, walking, and anything that provides a spectacular view always feature highly for him. Running in the rain with his headphones on whilst dreaming up some future storyline is just about perfect. It would be nicer still if that run was in Switzerland or Norway, but we can't have everything. Oh, and coffee, lots and lots of coffee. View all posts by Richard Ankers