Autumn Harvest

by Mik Bonsall

Red earth.
Blue sky.
Sussuration of the air, casually moving over the barren soil.
Lizard basking in the morning sun.
The grey bubble. No sky. No animals. Red earth. No breeze.
Then the blue spiders. They all died.
Now the bubble is gone.
It is time to get back to Alice.
Should be back in time for the
Autumn Harvest.

Written by Mik Bonsall.