The dirigible floats a hundred fifty metres above red dust and twisted metal. Engines that haven’t fired in a dog’s age are corroded and quiet, and the craft wanders the sky aimlessly, the shifting air currents the only thing now to give it direction.
The giant airship’s envelope ripples and billows, the airbags contained within filled with barely enough gas to keep it aloft. It floats lower in the sky now, and soon enough the dirigible will find itself on the ground.
The craft carries only a fraction of its original payload. The remaining ordnance is tetchy and volatile after lying dormant for so long, and the dirigible’s inevitable landfall will be a sight to behold — were there anyone left to see it.
A lone mechanical voice from the burned-out husk of a city below is all that heralds the airship’s passing.
“Greetings, Loyal Customer™!” it calls out — but only for a short while. Soon, it too falls silent.
The wind howls, blowing red dust in heavy clouds.
The dirigible sails on, indifferent.
[Originally published at Ficly]