From a reporter’s notebook on the global conflict between reason and irrationality, which eventually spawned the Endless War

Scientists report that several moons go missing almost every day. They are never bigger than three feet in diameter. The rarest ones smell faintly of roses. The rest merely resemble extra large thin crust pizzas.

This morning, swirls of gold under the surface of water mean the koi have come back. Wisteria in loops above the fences nearly obscure the edges of barbed wire.

A thud was heard from a church pew somewhere at the rear. Above the screams of children the choir took up its canticle. The organ’s timbre rose to join the crescendo.

 

In response to Dark Things by Novica Tadic....

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