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.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Cradle
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