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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020
Submitted to Contest #60
A fog of decomposition swirled about my ankles. You could hear the earth die. Trudging through a wetland that had long ago succumbed to the poisoned atmosphere above it, I hurried to complete the survey for an atmospheric rendering station, the latest brainchild of clueless politicians and hacks to drum up business and take a slap at regenerating the planet. The heavy environmental suit I wore and the inability to see through the death fog at my feet, made walking akin to traversing a lunar landscape, a series of hops and slides. It clung ...
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