Every three days we move. In space and in time. If you aren’t in the house you stay behind. We learned that rule the hard way. Then we learned to read and remember the positions of heavenly bodies on arrival. And then we learned ways to survive. Many grim.
In deserts, by streams, up mountains, jungle and forest clearings, we’ve seen it all. Never is the view the same twice. All landscapes, all peoples. Surviving them is often the hard part.
Will it ever stop? We don’t know. Will we ever find a place to stay? Only the future knows.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories):
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
What a great idea
ReplyDeleteWhat an intriguing story! I can picture all of this really happening. It might not be fun but it would be interesting.
ReplyDeleteAnne from annehiga.com
Great SciFi, and what an inventive use of the prompt.
ReplyDeleteIt's an adventure but not one of choice, and that's what makes the difference. Hoping they find a way to get off the time-space-warp carousel. Good story.
ReplyDeleteI'd think they would never stop seeking the portal that will take them to one place--to STAY!
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