Dah and family stepped from the portal onto golden sand. Discarding winter skins, they stretched slender limbs, raised fine features on narrow faces to the glowing ball of hot gas. ‘Here we are again,’ Dah barked. Mah and the children were dipping and diving in the sea, snapping at curious flying creatures. Dah looked around. Nothing had changed. ‘Come.’ His family trotted up the beach. Started digging. For a few sunsets their annual holiday home would be a sandy cave. Sea and air would nourish, strengthen their bodies, preparing them for the hardships at home. A world entering endless winter.
Mary Wallace
22/1/2021 10:26:46 am
I hope their home planet isn't earth. We have enough problems without an ice age.
Barbara
22/1/2021 12:39:47 pm
Hello again Linda! This is beautiful, imaginative, so picturesque, a bit of Narnia perhaps as they step out onto sand. You have a way with descriptions for sure.
Kim Favors
22/1/2021 07:56:13 pm
Enjoyed the images my mind created as I read this.
Sue Clayton
23/1/2021 12:37:58 am
We could all use idyllic havens to recharge for tough times ahead. Let's hope Nah and his family's annual vacations continue into the future. Comments are closed.
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