Sorting through a box of short stories your girl had written way back when, Fiorella found a very special one--a sci-fi, which she'd totally forgotten--so, of course, she took two hours out of her day to read every word of it just in case it was a hidden treasure. But it wasn't. Sigh....
(Ah well, maybe some of it might be usable when sci-fi becomes stylish again--or is it still stylish, but Fiorella who's out of style?)
For your enjoyment: Little Red Ridinghood started out on the path to Grandmother's house, even though Henny Penny warmed her that the sky was falling. Fortunately, she was able to seek shelter with her friend Goldilocks in the Three Bear's house, but when the clock struck twelve, their friend Cinderella turned into a Pumpkin and lost her shoe. 😁 (Clumsy but cute.)
Turn About: The last human beings had died in a nuclear died eons ago, and the steaming planet had revolved silently for fifteen million years--revolved and evolved so that dinosaurs were burning the carbonized remains of humanity to fuel their vehicles. (Think about it.)
Alone, alone, alone, and Fio's only visitors are two little girls who politely asks for the child of the house in turn. Is there anyone who remembers Fiorella as a neighbor, a friend, a helper, a teacher, a writer, an artist, a performer, a singer and composer, a human being?
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