Davo

by N.R. Walker

“If anything makes you feel good about yourself, then it’s not silly,” I murmured.

We are but a speck of dust in the time of this place.

Three billion years? “Way too early for dinosaurs.” “Earth would have been nothing but a fiery, volcanic planet, rivers of lava, that kind of thing.” He sighed. “And now here we are, three billion years later, and I’m lucky enough to exist at the same time as you.”