Sea of Chardonnay – Room 101

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 Let’s do one of M’s prompts.  Rusty Bearings.

These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else.  Originally they were 101 words only.  I’m less strict about that now.  They dont always finish, I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or scene.


 

Ada and Sol stood hand in hand and waited.  Before them golden waters stretched away into the distance, the sun dancing across the surface of the lake.  Behind them long grass on rolling hills swayed in the spring breeze generated by the bio-hab.”

“I’ll miss the moon” Sol said, a tremor in his voice.  “Nurse says this is what the Earth used to be like.”

Ada felt the grass between her toes.  She would miss it too.  This was home, all she had ever known.

Nervously they watched the shuttle skim across the surface of the water towards them.  A long white cylinder with small dark windows along each side it caused the water below to ripple as it eased slowly to a halt on the waters edge.

“I want you on your best behaviour” a man’s gruff voice barked from behind them.  “These people have paid good money and they expect only the best do you understand.”

A small hatch opened in the underside of the craft and a ramp descended slowly.  They held their breath as around twenty terrans spilled out onto the grass. Ada felt sol squeeze her hand and she squeezed back reassuringly.  She had always been the strong one.

A small blonde haired boy stood a few metres from Ada started to cry.  “I don’t want to go to earth “ he sobbed. “I want to stay here.”

Ada turned to him and flashed him a smile and nodded.  “It’s okay” she mouthed.

“You’ll do as we say” the gruff voiced man said sharply “you cant get kids of your quality back on Earth.  These people pay top money, now smile.”

 

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Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

9 thoughts on “Sea of Chardonnay – Room 101”

  1. ouch. I feel sorry for the tykes. I hope their new homes will be kindly to them and not treat them as commodities like this meanie! I don’t care if they are factory-made to order at the biohab. Moon children have rights too!

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