I watch his mouth open and close like a Kohaku koi
while a tsunami of red caps worship their charismatic leader.
My son and I head out into the sun.
Unironically, he buys a copy of 1984.
Underneath a sprawling eucalypt, tears sting my eyes for the world he’s inheriting.
Gabe Bonney has been writing and editing for 30 years, from her home base in Sydney, Australia. She doesn’t plan on being replaced by AI any time soon.
Insightful. How?- I actually don’t know. I went through it three times and each,I remains hooked by what I placed my hand on. But it’s there.
Beautifully phrased, Gabe.
You’re not alone, Gabe.
The imagery is chillingly resonant with a sense of foreboding. I really like how the element of water and the associated idea of drowning stand out.
Great story 🙂
This moved me deeply. It’s so true…