Del tried talking about it on several occasions, certain that many thought him mad.

Nobody else saw it: every day it was more faded, as though bleaching. Not long ago the world glistened, glowing with color… then again, the scales of nature had been tilted away from the mundane, toward the magical; now they tipped too far the other way.

Why didn’t anyone remember? There must be a reason, he decided. I must fix it.

This flash fiction in 75 words was crafted for the M3 blog’s Flash in the Pan (Mad).


  1. But how, big Daddy, how? Strangest thing: When I was a wee one, lying on my back late at night, trying to trace the movement of the stars, I could swear I felt the earth move. You, too?

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