Zahk-Za Bazaar_You, Me and an Apple Tree_Robyn and Robelius Head South_The Chinese Dream
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Zahk-Za Bazaar
The Zahk-Za BazaarWhen my ship docks on planet Zahk-Za, my hyperbaric sleep chamber automatically begins the awakening process. I’m always groggy after years of hyper sleep, but I also feel refreshed as if my body had been completely regenerated. That’s because it has. I step out onto the cold ship floor which I can feel intensely since my bare feet were now soft on the bottom from the regeneration process. I stretch my arms and check the gauges and realize it was the fourth rotation of the 87th Sun, which meant I was absurdly late by 3 rotations. I hurry down the corridor to the cleaning uni...
You, Me and an Apple Tree
“Grandma, Grandma, come on!” The chipper voice of my granddaughter, Elena, coos from a few yards ahead. I can’t help but smile as I watch her skip and twirl as she gleefully explores the orchard that has captivated my heart for so long. Her golden curls bounce with youthful exuberance as she wanders further and further ahead. I struggle to keep up, the natural landscape proving far more daunting than I remember. As my weathered joints do their best to carry me across the rolling hills, I watch my granddaughter fondly. “Grandma, look, here are all the green ones!” She chirps as she scoops up a ...
Robyn and Robelius Head South
Robyn shivered. The skies were gloomy and scattered with migratory birds."Robelius, it's time. Time to head South."Robelius was her son, a red-breasted, hard-headed fellow."Now? I'vwww.onedoor.cce got a nice juicy one."Or that's what Robyn thought he said, but it was hard to tell when his mouth was full."We must go, or we could die.""Aw, what do you know?" he scoffed, squinting down at the dirt."It's built-in knowledge from our Ancient Lord."Robelius put his ear to the ground. "There's another worm right under here!""But Robelius...they will turn to ice cubes in the winter."He chirped a laugh. "I've heard ...
The Chinese Dream
I was crossing the border from Hong Kong into Shenzhen near the Futian checkpoint when I first saw her. Of course, I didn’t know who she was back then or what kind of psychological torture she’d inadvertently put me through but there she was. Innocent and new. A tall, blonde, Ukrainian firecracker running out of a hotel with no shoes and a dim gold dress that wrapped around her tight, little frantic body. She was sprinting forward towards the busy streets at full speed with an erratic pace in her step. Wads of her hair pasted miscellaneously across her cheeks as bleeding mascara weaved throug...