Missy and Jess
Posted by Christopher Bean on Jun 22nd, 2024 in Flash Fiction
Missy’s Last Day Out Jerome and Missy stood in the derelict Museum of Mankind. Beyond, terraformed terrain rolled away as featureless as the controlled weather the lizards loved. Missy peered into the exhibition cabinet: Christmas cards: c.2013 ‘Will it snow this Christmas, daddy?’ Her dimming eyes searched his for fragments of hope; fragments that over time coalesced into faith. ‘Yes.’ …