Sun Honey

It wasn’t war, resource extraction, or a plague that ended the world as we knew it, but sand. Then, a seemingly inconsequential discovery changed everything.

Arpad Nagy
Pure Fiction

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Her fingers moved like narrow grass bending in a dance with a gentle wind. Arms raised but elbows bent, dainty pale hands reached up uncurling into the beam of light, then, as though shy of being seen, tumbled back into the sheath of darkness below.

Kadrian watched his sister from the tunnel’s entrance. Her body was a silhouette against the slate-gray stone walls. She was shadow and light. A flower without hue in a world shrouded by dust.

“I know you’re there, Kadrian. Your shuffling feet echoed like a pair of whispering mice in the tunnel.”

“What are you doing up here?” he asked, moving out from behind the boulder half as large as him.

“Imagining.”

“Imagining, what?”

“That one day I’ll see a butterfly, a chickadee, or even a ladybug flying around in this place.”

As the sun inched across the gap, the narrow swath of sunlight followed. The illuminating band was now climbing the wall, inching higher, thinning, and shrinking. A gold sparkle over Misty’s shoulder caught his eye. He moved to the…

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Arpad Nagy
Pure Fiction

A Proud Hungarian-Canadian, throwback romantic who loves to write. Editor @ Kitchen Tales,The Short Place (Fiction) The Memoirist, Age of Empathy, The Book Cafe