What follows is a 100 word piece of flash/micro fiction for SCIFRIDAY! From the following blog:
I hope more people take a shot at this!
Picture below was inspiration, and then the story follows. I went over a little (112 words), alas.
In ancient times it was called a railway, a sort of mass transit system. Now it was a strip of verdant beauty, a green path stretching forward. Luke took off his smart-boots, and for the first time, felt grass between his toes.
“Follow at 3 meters.”
“Okay Luke.” Came the voice, programmed to sound just like Julienne had.
It still caused Luke’s pulse to skip, her voice that followed him across such a gulf of space, and time.
Here, on Terra, alone on this graveyard of a world, Luke would spend the rest of his days. To dwell on loss, of his home in her, and all their homes that once were here.