Radioactive Toy (or The Post-Apocalypse Pygmalion) Part 3
The day's travel was much as before. Travelling in the cooler air then as the day drew to midday, it became unfeasibly hot. There was no shelter but that of a crevice where the road had buckled so much it resembled a cliff. Under its brief shade, he...
Radioactive Toy (or The Post-Apocalypse Pygmalion) Part 2
It was a town, but not as he'd thought of it. Several buildings constructed of wood were loosely in a sprawling grid. It was clear they'd been looked after but abandoned and upon closer inspection, he saw why. At one point a tributary river...
Radioactive Toy (or The Post-Apocalypse Pygmalion)
A warm blackness. The distant sound of a forest, the hum of insects. The blackness began to recede. Colour filtered in slowly. Details blurred then became sharper. As it became clearer, so did memory. ...