Saturday, November 22, 2008

Cradle

Cradle - a baby's bed, a place of origin, a part of a telephone

A telephone reciever lay in its cradle. It was little, black, and afraid. John was sitting backward on a chair resting his chin on its back. He waited. He was a hunter, a predator. Eyes fixed on the phone, muscles toughened, hands streched – he was ready.

No one now really remembers Earht – our cradle. People are more conserned with the Big Bang (only backward) that had happened again and was speeding towards human colonies with the speed of nothingness.

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