February 25, 2011

• For Those Left Behind

  Rain pinged off of his metallic shell, falling to the dirt with a sizzle.  He traced slowly through the mud, his wheels barely holding traction as he lurched forward. In his left hand, clutched between his three long, silver fingers was a bundle of flowers.

  On the top of the cemetery gate, set against the dark cloudy backdrop, stood a single crow. His wings were mangled with an off-green glow, but he seemed content and unaffected by the robot's presence. The robot stopped near the entrance, staring ahead at the black, metal bars forming a fence around the graves. He could remember the last time he had come here, decades before. He remembered trees, grass, the buzzing of insects. He remembered the sun, and the simple thrill of breathing. His eyes looked forward, flashed a bright yellow, and he rolled towards the gate.

  • 9:05 pm
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