Nighttime Musings


“Life,” he mutters. 
His eyes reflect the twinkle of the night sky as their barrel of fire crackles. 

The sounds of the bridge above drown his ramblings. Still, he continues, “How unlikely our life is in the universe, yet here we are.”

Freedom – a micro

The War was over. As the dust settled, fragments of the demolished suburbia were seen scattered across the landscape. 

“Where will we live?” the young one asked, tongue flicking out. 

With a smile, the lizard man replied, “Wherever we want! No human can stop us now.”