"Now child will you tell me about you troubles." He touches his old wrinkled hand to mine in an attempt to be comforting. "There isn't a thing to fear no more." he sounds almost sinister.
"Well.." I begin as I let my eyes follow the green smoke as it rises out of the tent. "Where do you want me to start?"
"Begin at the beginning." A crooked grin on his face.
"There are many different places to start." my voice is fluid like the green smoke.
"How so?" the smile still on his winkled face as if he knows something I do not.
"I could begin with my father or my mother but there is nothing but fluff between the two events and the story you asked for, but." I pause for a moment thinking about why I was willing to tell this man anything.
"But?" he prodded extending his hand to mine again, his good eye looking kindly into mine, his glass on staring blankly at a point somewhere behind my left ear.
"But it would provide back ground information."
"I see, well then begin with your mother then. I feel that is a promising place to start." he leans away from my face and back into his chair looking at me expectantly.
"Right then. My mother...."
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Number 965
Science FictionWhen the world was burnt by the sun some groups of people were ready and build special compounds called Bases. They set bases up all over the globe and waited for the fire of the sun. When it came they hadn't anticipated the extent of solar power. T...
