What More?

Charles stared at the steel, all that was left of the dancing grid. The lives were lost. The spark of their souls would never flicker with the joy they barely contained that morning.

‘It’s a fitting monument, don’t you think?’ One of the bystanders said. ‘They were the best.’

‘See what it got them.’ Bitter sarcasm caused the words to cut into Charles’ soul. ‘They should’ve protected them.’

‘What more could they do? It was a failure in a rubber gasket. One that had been checked thrice before the show.’ Another spoke up with authority in his voice.

wc: 98

Author’s note: Off the cuff this week. I’m prepping for Nano… who knows why? This may morph into something for “Where Honor Lies”, or not. Just a little brainstorm session this morning. Anyone else going to take the Nano plunge for November???

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Condimental…

I haven’t felt much like writing. It’s like being surrounded by condiments but with nothing to put them on. The ideas are there. The paper and pens stand ready. The muse is ever tapping out a familiar rhythm in my head. All the condiments, so to say are in place and ready for use. Yet, ….

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here. This week’s photo has been graciously donated by: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

The ever so clever Keith Hillman designed this one and I had to snag it! CLICK TO JOIN

Cenotaph

The colonist’s entered the church in silence. The reality of the day overwhelming them. One by one, they filed past the wooden crates that bore the bodies of Emri and Zithri. Beside them sat their only son, Miklak. In time, he would become as loved as his parents, but that wouldn’t be for years to come. For now, he was a child bereft of family.

Miklak misshapen limbs painfully cramped from being so still. He wanted to do anything but sit here in silence.

‘Will this day never end?’ He thought.

Wc: 91

Cenotaph: /ˈsenəˌtaf/ : a monument to someone buried elsewhere, especially one commemorating people who died in a war.

Author’s Note: I wonder what kind of cenotaph would be appropriate to Emri and Zithri, the first humans to repopulate the Earth after it’s nuclear wars had decimated the landscape? And, what kind of person will this little boy become? I’ve already written the story of Miklak in other stories, so I know that he will be just as great as his parents were and he will “colonize” a new world within their world.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here. This week’s photo has been graciously donated by: Dale Rogerson.

Let There Be Light!

Author’s Note: this picture was so inspiring this week that I had to double-dip it. That said, both stories fit well with one another, so enjoy…. Backstory: Another tale in the ongoing saga of Emir & Zithri as they venture into recolonizing Terra Firma…

Part One…

Emri stood in the promenade, staring up at the lights. He’d always taken them for granted. Now, he looked at them in a different light. In a few minutes, they would be extinguished and the era of shipboard life would be ended. He’d come back to the ship for the last day’s festivities. After the lights were dimmed, they would be removed and transported down with the last load of what could be recycled. It was the ending of an era, and the beginning of a new one.

With a shaking hand, he reached out…

Click.

The world went dark.

Part Two…

Zithri twisted her hands; after all this time, they would have electric. It would only be what the generator could provide… but, there would be light. She’d missed the gentle glow in the evenings as they’d danced on the promenade or watched movies at the cinema complex. She felt a clogging in her throat and a burning in her eyes as Emri lifted the end of the cords and held them out to her.

‘Do you want to do the honors?’ He smiled.

‘Let’s do it together.’ She put her hands on his.

Light suddenly filled the room.

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First Fruits

Another adventure of Emri and Zithri upon the recolonization of Earth….

Tears coursed Emri’s cheeks as the first load of crops exit the field. It was something he had dreamed of seeing for all of his life. It represented the fact that they could survive here, versus the ship that still orbited above.

‘It’s beautiful, isn’t it?’ Aaron asked.

‘Yes, it is.’ Emri smiled. ‘God has truly blessed us and we will give our portion back to him.’

‘The women have created a feast to celebrate the harvest.’

‘Tonight’s fire will be bright.’ Emri nodded to where they would stack the bales, add the first harvests of vegetables and fruits.

wc: 99

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here. This week’s photo has been graciously donated by: Sandra Crook.

Relic

Charles paused by Stephen’s bookcase, his eye catching on an old metal toy. ‘Where did you get this?’

‘The last Terran excavation.’ Stephen explained.

‘Has it been tested?’

‘Yes, radiation levels were deemed safe.’ Stephen rose to join him.

‘So, now they’re selling off pieces of Terra as tourist trinkets, too.’ Charles sighed.

‘That bothers you?’

Charles glared at him. ‘This is a child’s toy. A child…’ His voice broke. ‘… a child lost through adult stupidity, Stephen. A whole world lost to human stupidity.’

Stephen nodded silently, watching as Charles lift the toy with shaking hands.

wc: 97

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here. This week’s photo has been graciously donated by: Lisa Fox

Authors Note: Glad to be back up and running. Hope you have a great week. Stay safe, and don’t be afraid to mask up. 🙂