“Low angled light,” Tethys said, “and the aerial view. Yuki-Iskri found more than one Lost Colony that way. The first few times our terraformers saw one, it was the chance of surveying near sunrise or sunset.”
Ghosts appeared at dawn and dusk, the borders of the night, and vanished on either side; Midnight and Noonday were both silent on the question of the past. Only as the tide of Night receded, or flowed in, could you sight backward along the shaft of Time’s Arrow. Martisset leaned forward to squint through the canopy, but the ghosts of Landfall had vanished in the rising day.
“What are the people from Lost Colonies like?”
“They’re the same stuff as us, the bones anyway.”
Weekend Writing Warriors offers a selection of eight-sentence excerpts from many different writers. For the full selection, see here.