The Interloper

A story by CL Moses

With assistance from Isabel Moody

Earth

The northern continent

1985

I stand before the archway that leads onto the balcony and look’s out over the pastures and trees which stretch far and wide in any direction. A slight fog lingers on the ground below surrounding my building then flows down through the eroded wrinkles of the sides and furrows leading down into the bowl of the valley below and coils itself into the branches of the trees and other brush, the rising sun’s lig...