A poignant tale of romance, annihilation and memory in a post-apocalyptic world.
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Life was beautiful and had hope. But with the coming of a nuclear war the world could not remain the same. Except perhaps his love for Lorna that would not stop to...
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The twilight was drenched. Blood of Sun smeared all over like the final flourish of a valiant before the collapse. A whiff of breeze blew in his last breath. The horizon melted. The sea hazed. The sky turned crimson when she arrived. Lorna and her voice. Walked in like a queen, her floral slip-on draping her svelte figure. Her copper skin reflected the crimson. Her eyes deep as the dusky sea.
You were pretty accurate with your description, she said. She was new to the Western Galactic. I had promised to show her around.
But for the clouds, I replied.
Seventeen more years to go until the final sight of the sun, she said, it's no longer a theory, Abby.
You remember all my commercials, don't you? I asked.
They all sound the same, she said.
I said, You look happy though..... whatever back home you don't miss here makes you happy. Don't they?
She paused on my eyes as if trying to read. I waited for her to finish. She asked if these waters were safe.
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By 2090s, Western Galactica had managed to have the Arabian sea coast decontaminated. The Sind G sabotage was an alarm. Yet, Rouge Axis were offered peace talks on platter. My immediate hunch was that it was going to be over soon. So I sold Nukect - the suit for life!
They aren't comfortable- my honest feedback, she said.
Wait for the next edition. I have tied up with Venux trends as well.
Make the suit edible rather, she said.
That's an odd request!
Only if you are not planning to survive on Zilch HY956, she said.
Then she spoke of things back in the Southern G. A prolonged naval impasse, a recent ceasefire but sea and groundwater were yet contaminated. She spoke of her scared family and dead relatives. The gloom of morbidity could be excruciating. So, she moved here. Western G managed to preserve life as we had known it. Even this old world cafe bit. A pre-2020 theme. Human waiters were legal here then.
