The men sat on the stairs, holding each other’s hands, watching the inexorable march of the green. Here at the end, the old animosities, the old arguments of faith versus science had availed them of nothing, and they watched the final reclamation of man’s tenancy on earth as friends.
“Perhaps,” said one, “our faith in ourselves was misplaced. Perhaps we should have had faith in something higher.”
“Perhaps,” replied the other, “our sin was not that we bit the apple from the knowledge tree. Perhaps our sin was that we did not eat the whole fruit.”
The green marched on.
Hi everyone, just a really quick (I only had 20 minutes to write it) 100 word post for the Rochelle Friday Fictioneers, as my time is limited (ironically being on holiday means I have less time to write – go figure…).
I will apologise in advance, as I’m not certain how many of the other stories I will have a chance to read this week – I will do my best.
The other stories can be found here – I encourage you to check some others out!
I hope you all find some time to spend time with the people most important in your life over this holiday season.