THE THREE LIVES OF CHRISTINA THE ASTONISHING (#14)

As Told by the Holy Woman in Her Own Words
A Hundred or So Years after the End of the World

In the center of the white city the tops of the guano-streaked buildings were as blackened and lightning-struck as the crowns of the giant redwoods in my home duchy. The canyons between them were mostly deserted; trees and overgrown bushes had uprooted the footways. Black crows perched on every window ledge, filling the air with their angry cries. A coyote slunk past me into an alley. Few people walked the streets; those I saw glanced at me furtively as they scurried past.
(to be continued tomorrow)