by Trevor Jess
I toss another green log into the struggling fire. It sputters in protest. I’m only prolonging the inevitable.
The cold permeates my suit, licking away the little remnants of heat. I stare at the frozen lake.
It should be teeming with laughter, bodies splashing joyfully.
But it’s barren.
Beside me, a human block of ice. Crystallised. Their skin like fine salt.
They didn’t last.
Neither will I.
I look skyward. Our once vibrant sun flickering in a death dance.
Not long now.
Will anyone wonder what happened to us?
A final ripple of light.
And I wait.
Trevor began writing twenty-five years ago. Always a pen or pencil in hand when he was young, he could often be found doodling. Doodling led to drawing. Drawing led to creating his own comics. Comics led to storytelling. Storytelling led to writing. He still enjoys all aspects of his journey.