Six Sentence Sunday
From "Concubine"
“The packages are safely away?” she asks.
“On their way.” I kiss the dome again. I will polish it tomorrow.
I sleep with her head in my arms all night, as my mythical ancestor would have back on legendary Earth. We are the product of our ancestors and re-enact the myths from the beginning of history here at the end of it.
“The packages are safely away?” she asks.
“On their way.” I kiss the dome again. I will polish it tomorrow.
I sleep with her head in my arms all night, as my mythical ancestor would have back on legendary Earth. We are the product of our ancestors and re-enact the myths from the beginning of history here at the end of it.