By James Dalton Byrd
I opened the cabinet and there she was. A large roach carrying an egg case. A mother doing what she must to ensure the survival of her offspring.
I sensed the visceral power of half a billion years of evolution, trial, and tenacity that surrounded her. She was representative of a lineage that made our own story pitiably puny and insignificant in comparison. She moved slowly, with an almost alien, ancient grace. I was humbled by it.
Her kind would be on this planet long after we have passed into unrecorded history, but not today. She did not survive the encounter.
James,
I knew what the punch line was going to be, but I still laughed.
Thanks,
Don
Thank you
James, this is a neat little biology lesson. He who laughs, lasts.
Thanks,
Dave
Thanks, Dave
Cool, and true.
ThanQ, Chuck
Well done!
Thanks, Irene
ooh – brutal!
Thank you, Jacci
They once were the bane of my existence. They defeated me. Now you’ve rendered them poetic. And historic. They win. Loved it!
I appreciate that, Leslie.
Very good writing, James. Great imagery…and a surprise ending…make this one a Winner!
Thanks