Brigit's Flame, mini contest

[riotheclown]

Author:  Urb-banal

Title: Every beginning is an end
Word Count: 230
Genre: Sci-Fi
Notes:  This is a snippet from "A Children's War" that I am now trying to work on every day, even if only for an hour... I have posted bits and pieces for other BF weekly contests.  You can follow the tags for more if you like.

Green

It was a perfect field of prairie grass in what was once an ocean floor. Tectonic plates had shifted and buckled with the gravity of so much change and while destruction and devastation still reigned on most of the planet’s surface, with billowing clouds of rising ash and waves of fetid water as high mountains, here was a field of grass and a patch of sky.

Lazarus removed the protective helmet of his suit and then his gloves.  He ran his hand over the soft blades and pinched one between his fingers and pulled.  He bit the sweet white meat at the base and remembered an afternoon spent swimming and a picnic, long ago, when he was very young.

The air seemed fine and he took a lung full, two lungs full, slow and deep. It smelled green.

He removed his suit, folded it neatly and laid down on the grass, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his face.  After a long time he got up. He removed his boots and undergarments until he was naked. 

Lazarus began walking towards the encampment he had seen on his ships sensors.  It would be a long walk but this was how he had to approach them, naked and vulnerable. He decided he would give them the name his mother had given him, "Sage" upon introduction.

They would either accept him or reject him. They might even kill him. But whatever happened, after so long alone, it would be the right thing.  He was very old and tired and this new green world was theirs, not his.