Saturday, 20 January 2018

The Hand by Clara

“Someday I shall return,” the five-fingered hero promised. It had been six months since a deadly solar flare had split up the platoon of ships. His ship had been in the centre of the flare. He was the only one who survived. Everyone he ever knew were either dead or thought he was dead. His wife, Laura, and his children, Liam and Luna, all mourning for him for no reason. He would get back to Hand Land if it was the last thing he did. Hand Land, or H&M, as ‘humans’ called it, walking around as they look for clothes.

No comments:

Post a Comment