Another micro-fiction piece from the 2013 Prose Pentathlon. A repost, but one I think people might like in these times of enlightened views about the earth and our relationship to it.
Tom was the only one awake when the first sound came. The floor was hard under his sleeping bag, and he couldn't get comfortable. The others' snoring...
I wrote this story and posted it several years ago. But I'm reposting it because I feel it may help people in these difficult times we're living through. Keep your hopes alive, my friends.