A perfect globe, precious and fragile. The only one of its kind.
Zoom out: crooked trees with leaves like wax, grasses little more than wires clinging to the ground.
Zoom out: a rash of tin roofs overtaken by sand, only dust moving now in empty veins.
Zoom out: an iron-hard land, baked and cracked by a pitiless sun. A network of brutal sepia shadows.
Zoom out: forgotten satellites spinning where clouds once hung, gazing silent and eternal upon the legacy of promises broken.
Zoom out: a perfect globe, precious and fragile. The only one of its kind.
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This is a 100-word flash fiction story, prompted by the picture you can see up there, as part of Friday Fictioneers.
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Simon John Cox 
Dear John Cox,
This is quite imaginative and unique in its form. Nicely written and constructed.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Fantastic writing – love the micro to macro approach.
This gave me goosebumps of the best kind. Brilliant.
Interesting interpretation: it's good to read something different.
Creative! The zooming out strategy worked very well.
Oh this was an experience.. only from very far or very close there is beauty..from micro to macro scale…
From micro to macro–I like it. I mean, we all do it. We have to in order to write about this. You just made it explicit.
I literally zoomed out in my imagination (lol) Sounds like the world ended. Sad that we destroyed our beloved planet earth (the only one of its kind).
I really liked the construction of this piece. Well done.
Wonderful. I like the shifting perspectives and the strong message delivered so effectively.