"Memory of Crystal Winter"
by Marc Carlson
Copyright 2007 by Marc Carlson
This page last modified 15 December 2008
     Behind her house lay a field of tall bluestem that had grown there since the ending of the most recent Glaciation. In that lush grassland she first met her her lover. It was a biting cold, stygian night, and she had been slammed from her sleep by the lighting flash and thunderous blast of noise. There was no power in the switches, so she dressed in the old work clothes at hand, by the flickering light beyond the sheer lace curtains. She slipped one of her work hardened hands around the burnished wooden stock of the rifle, and flicked the stiff, steel lever with the other, chambering a .44 round.

     The night outside the house was cold, silent and starless, still but for a gentle putrescent breeze. The gradually dimming glow seductively invited her on, shimmering with golds, greens, blues, reds and other colors. There were even a few colors her eyes were unevolved to process. She impatiently pushed through the head-high grass, a feeling of breathless anxiousness building in her chest. A few hundred feet away, a huge smoking pit had been dug, smoking and steaming violated earth.

     In the center of the pit was a broken disk-shaped chrysalis, oozing the flashing lights of unseen colors. From the cracks slithered her lover, resembling a mass of writhing metal sheathed serpents. As the mass undulated to the ground, she expressed her joy and happiness at seeing him by emptying the 15 round magazine into the glissading ball. Passionately she screamed and unarmed herself by throwing the weapon at her lover to be, and playfully ran back toward her home. He pursued, pulled along at blinding speed by the reaching tenticular cables.

     She barely reached the door as he embraced her. She screamed as the nanonic filaments entered her body through her clothing, through her skin, merging her memories, her soul with his in a blinding orgasmic pulse.

     By morning, their children stood naked and silent in the dawn around the desiccated, lifeless corpses. Gradually, one by one, they wandered off to share their parents love with the neighbors.

Chapter 1