what remains
I've read so many short stories over the years-- decades-- that have left me with ideas and imagery. Short stories are really the foundational genre of science fiction. Most of them, I can't remember who wrote them or what they were called; sometimes I come across them again years later.
This anthology I'm reading now has quite a few good stories. One in which civilization is destroyed by ice suddenly exploding out of all electrical appliances in use. The story itself is just run-of-the-mill, but the imagery of the ice, annihilating and encasing everything...