They were from the Green-and-Ochre tribe, a family of six – father, mother, three sons and daughter – traveling across half the continent to see relatives who had moved to the Red Lands. Their airship was slowly making its way through the thick misty air about 50 feet above ground when it suddenly hit a stone structure and broke in two. I could follow the jumble of the screams and last thoughts of the six as they were tumbling down. All of them were instantly dead on impact. I cannot trace their existence any further now; my head is aching from searching the shelves of Akasha. But two of them, I feel, are very near me in this life.
– Niebla (© 2008)
A tiny glimpse of an Atlantis novella or novel that has been brewing in my mind for a while.
Felt compelled to add this to the list for Sunday Scribblings‘ #100 (!!) — Time Machine prompt.