Story Time, Volume 18
This week's Daily Micro Fiction stories, plus a bonus story at the end!
The Factory lies dormant.
The last employee punches out.
Nobody will punch back in — nobody human, anyway.
Billions of years later, the probe reached its destination — it found life in a far-flung galaxy cluster, deep within the Magellan Cloud.
It told them stories, of a planet of long ago. It told a saga of carbon.
His gift: retrograde clairvoyance, the ability to see the past.
His curse: except for where he left his keys.
Every day, on the way home from school, Primrose sings a note. Sometimes it's short, sometimes it's long, sometimes it's sharp, sometimes it's flat.
Day, after day, after day, she sings a single note. Her symphony — not in beats per minute, but minutes per beat.
The question on the fate of the Universe was nearly decided, and the decision balanced on a knifepoint. There was one last vote before the question would resolve — the Jester, the final decisionmaker.
For 14 billion years he's deliberated. He'll decide soon, he says.
Missing from Denver Ruth's Wikipedia page were the standard trappings: her early years, storied career accomplishments, or a spreadsheet of awards and honors.
In fact, it only had a single section.
Under 'Personal Life', it said she was kind.