WOULD SCARCELY KNOW THAT WE WERE GONE in Stupefying Stories

 

Story #13 in THE ODIN CHRONICLES is my second piece in the anthology. Read the rest of the anthology for great stories and background, but each story stands on its own, as well.

WOULD SCARCELY KNOW THAT WE WERE GONE is a very thinly veiled nod toward Ray Bradbury's story THERE WILL COME SOFT RAINS, which is part of THE MARTIAN CHRONICLES. Since THE ODIN CHRONICLES is modeled after Bradbury's collection of short stories, this was my little homage to it.

Bradbury titled his story after the title and first line of the wonderful Sara Teasdale's poem, and I named mine after the last:

There Will Come Soft Rains

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.