the fishermen (anthony & koffi, year 3000)

It was early June, just before the ship arrived, and Anthony sat with his legs outstretched, looking out into the vast expanse of water before him. Fish blew bubbles that floated to the top of the water just below Anthony’s feet. He was expecting Corrine and Matilda soon, but knew they were taking their time. Their falling in love was something that Anthony had noticed only recently, and he was filled with joy at the idea of his childhood friends together. Anthony stood and walked to the end of the wharf.

“Beautiful day,” he said, smiling at the other fishermen.

“Oh, absolutely. I hear the ship is coming from somewhere along the southern coast,” said a gruff-looking fisherman. The southern coast referred to the area that was once known as South Africa. With the fall of banks and country lines in 2502, people from all over the world began to migrate to wherever they wished. Some visited, and some stayed for the entirety of their lives. Anthony’s family had migrated from the area that was once known as Sicily, Italy, when he was only three years old. It was here, in the area that was once San Francisco, that seventeen-year-old Anthony had found his work.

His father worked as a jeweler, and his mother as a painter. The three lived in a beautiful white house just across the bay, looking onto where it fed into the ocean. They owned two dogs by the names of Piper and Charlotte, and let them run in the large backyard. On warm nights, the family spent hours together in the yard, eating dinner, playing games, and laughing together. Anthony’s parents were surprised when Anthony told them what he felt called to do, as they had raised him around so many forms of art. They supported him nonetheless, and were incredibly proud of the selfless and giving individual that they had raised. Maybe the love within his family was what drove him to do what he did for his town.

As Anthony gazed across the bay, remembering his days spent on the wharf with his parents, a large ship began to pull into the bay. It chugged slowly through the water, and Anthony sensed the palpable anticipation in the air. Everyone in the town had been waiting for this day for months, preparing packages of fresh fish and vegetables, blankets, and organizing living quarters. People gathered around the wharf to greet the newcomers. Anthony spotted Corinne and Matilda in the distance, wandering towards the wharf, hands intertwined. He smiled, feeling the connections to the people around him, the love in the air.

When the ship was anchored and docked, citizens that had gathered around the wharf began cheering. Hordes of people began crossing the gangway of the ship, and as each one passed, Anthony greeted them with a smile and handed them a package of fresh fish. People were coming from all over the world- a beautiful woman wearing a blue sari stopped to introduce herself. She wore winged eyeliner and tall combat boots, and Anthony admired the juxtaposition of her style. He loved the hipster cliché of it. Among the people that crossed the gangway, several stood out in Anthony’s eyes. A young man with dark skin and piercing blue eyes stopped to greet him. His ears were pierced in many places, and he wore a silver hoop through his left eyebrow. He introduced himself as Koffi, and stated that he had arrived from the area that was once Ghana. He wore the colors of his family in his clothing, and he beamed with excitement as he looked around. Anthony noticed that Kofif’s eyes nearly matched the sky, and glistened when he spoke.

As Koffi left the wharf with his friends that had traveled with him, he stopped to turn back and look out across the vast expanse of water. He laid down in the grass. He felt everything – the warmth of the sun on his skin, the light breeze that whispered in his ears. He heard the birds as they called to one another. In the distance, he heard the laughter of two young women. This is home, he thought. And he almost loved everything.


the sun and the sky (corinne & matilda, year 3000)

“Tell me a story.”


Corrine and Matilda laid side by side in the grass, their pinkies barely touching. They had planned to go to the wharf to visit the fishermen, but had stopped to take in the view. The sky was remarkably clear and blue, not a cloud in sight. Looking up at the sky, Corrine noticed that the birds were singing to one another. On her left, a robin chirped, and on her right, a small woodpecker responded. The thought of such different birds connecting in such a way brought a smile to her face. She thought of Matilda. Just the sight of her brought warmth to her heart in a way that she had never thought possible.

“What kind of a story?” Corrine inquired, rolling over to look at Matilda. As she did this, a lock of her golden hair loosened itself from behind her ear and fell in front of her face. As Matilda reached up to help, Corrine felt a flush of warmth rush to her cheeks. This was the first time of many that Matilda would do this. It was in her nature to help others, and Corrine was no exception.

“Tell me about Matty,” Matilda stated, smiling in a crooked sort of way. She had a way of melting Corrine with her smile. Her brown skin glistened, the sunlight reflecting off the blue eyeshadow on her eyelids. She had let go of all reservations with her personal style. She wore her hair large and curly, favored bell-bottom jeans over other pants, and she always adorned her hands with rings given to her by her loved ones. Among her many rings, however, she did have a favorite. She wore the thin silver band on her left index finger. It was simple, but it was Corrine who found it while swimming in the bay.

“Matty was a ridiculous kid that I met when I was five. She was wearing a blue skirt, a blue shirt, blue tights, and blue sneakers. She told me that she wanted to be as happy as the sky. And that was the day that she became my best friend, because that same day I was dressed head to toe in yellow because I wanted to be as happy as the sun.”

”I guess that Corry was just as ridiculous,” Matilda said, laughing in her sing-song way, remembering how life used to be for the two of them. Their hands intertwined as they looked at one another. Although their concentration never strayed from the vastness of each other’s eyes, they could smell the grass below them. They could hear the birds singing to one another from across the treetops. They could feel the rays of sunlight filtering down onto their skin. Out of the corner of their eyes, they could see the clear, blue sky. They almost loved everything.