Yellow Dust

Day 1, Earth: “…the world woke up 24 hours later, exactly as they threatened. Everything seems covered by yellow, pollen-like dust…”

Day 2, Earth: “…the aliens have departed…good riddance, one can’t live under a dictatorship, be it of peace. Humanity will find its own way…Preliminary reports define the yellow dust as inert, no risk to life…”

Day 3, Earth: “…reporting live from downtown…the food riots reached this neighborhood…oh, God, the shop owner pulls out a revolver, John, point the camera…”

Day 3, Luna: “…a five-second flash. The black pebble in the sky that was Earth…”

Yossi Faybish was born in Romania, where he spent his childhood absorbing a rich cultural heritage seeping through the imperfect seals of an oppressive system. He finished his higher studies in Israel, and then wandered away with his job and his family, finally ending in Belgium. He works in and is passionate about the high-tech industry, though writing is a serious runner-up; or maybe it’s the other way around. Yossi writes prose and poetry in a variety of styles and languages, mainly English and Romanian. “I want people to know not the what but the way I think,” he says.