Flotsam and Jetsam

[Algernon Sydney is Dead]

The man and his soot-covered mongrel walked the wasteland at dusk. Neither had eaten in days, yet onward they drifted, like meandering ash in the copper-colored sky. They hovered like flotsam; two flecks spinning in a snowglobe recently stirred.

"Worlds shaken to life; worlds shaken lifeless," his robot servant had sputtered just days ago, her battery finally faltering.

The man thought of his family; his world, before it was shaken.

His boy, Elroy. Daughter, Judy.
Jane, his wife.

Slumped against a wall of rusted metal, he dreamt of another fate, strange and colorful.

Leroy's ears perked up at his laughter.

[Douglas Hackle]

Alas, not even the Jetsons and Orbit City are immune to the inescapable fate of Ozymandias!

This one got me poking around the internet trying to find out if there really was a solid planetary surface beneath the elevated platforms in The Jetsons (I couldn't recall if there was). Interestingly enough, I stumbled upon a Flintstones/Jetsons Shared Universe theory that posits that the Flintstones and Jetsons were contemporaries, and that the former lived below the latter. That's awesome.

This drabble is too.

[TroyStJames]

Well done! I'm a fan of stories where pop culture is intermingled with the realities of life.

This story floated delicately...alone, and quiet...by the time the Jetson punch was delivered, the gloom was everywhere and the humor was exactly what it needed. It's like telling a dirty joke at a funeral, inappropriate, but necessary.

I can see Astro, keeping George in the fringe of sanity, remaining at his side to the finish....and after.

...The meagre by the meagre were devoured,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corpse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay.
-Lord Byron

[strawman]

Nice to get Norm's interpretation of The Classics.