While guards hold back the crushing mass of desperate people, Noah ticks off the precious few selected to board. Two zebras, check. Two doctors, check. Two clowns, check.
When the door of the Last Ark closes on the millions left behind, Noah takes one final look at those who have boarded. He is sure someone has been missed but he can’t think who.
Two hours later as Noah looks down at a smouldering, dying Earth he realises who it was. He has missed the ingleby greenhows. Whatever civilisation is built in space there will be no white plastic garden chairs.
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
ingleby greenhow n.
An apprentice white plastic garden chair designer.
No idea. Could be a vegetable?