"A warm mist descended over the crèche and K raised its head above the polished stone rim. Not much to see, but the moisture made odors stronger. K opened an olfactory port, analyzing the heady mix of scents, some sweet, some bitter, some so strong they could be tasted. Woven through the tapestry of redolence, K detected something new, a thread of effluvium never encountered. K’s primary pseudopod flowed over the side of the nest, following the strange aroma, seeking the source."
From the short story Persistence of Memories.
Welcometo Trees on the Moon, a website devoted to the writings of John N. Crain.
One of my daughter's latest pieces.
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