A last goodnight – Room 101

The old porch swing creaked as Cal pushed slowly back and forth, the evening breeze cool against his skin and the smell of bougainvillea thick in the air. 

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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.


 

The old porch swing creaked as Cal pushed slowly back and forth, the evening breeze cool against his skin and the smell of bougainvillea thick in the air.  Sam sat with him, saying nothing, simply staring up into the sky where the huge fireball seemed to hang like a balloon on the wind.  After a while he shifted in his seat and spoke.

“How long until it get’s here dad?” He asked.

Cal placed his hand on Sam’s arm.  He was a great kid with so much of his life still to be lived.  He deserved better than this.

“They say tomorrow will be our last.” Cal answered calmly.  He thought to himself that he probably should have lied but Sam wasn’t stupid.  He knew what was coming, he’d seen the news.

“So why couldn’t they stop it?” He asked.

“We did everything we could son” he answered putting his arm around his shoulder and pulling him close.  “But it was too big, too fast, and we just saw it too late.”

Sam pointed at the sky.  “It looks like another sun doesn’t it” he said quite calmly.

“Uh huh.  I guess so” Cal answered.

Sam lowered his arm and sat up straight on the edge of the bench.  He shuffled where he sat, looking uncomfortable.

“Did we deserve to die?” He asked “because Jenny Wilkes at the store said this was happening because we’re all evil.”

“Sam no, god no” Cal answered sitting upright next to him.  “We’re just in it’s path son, it’s nothing we’ve done.”

Sam seemed happy with the answer.  “I’m not scared you know” he said turning to look at his father.  “I’ve had a good life.”

Cal choked up.  He didn’t know what to say.  Here he was wanting to scream and shout about how unfair it all was and his son goes and says that.

“Do you think I would have had a wife one day?” Sam continued.

“Oh Sam” Cal exclaimed fighting back tears.  “I’m quite sure you would have yes.  Definitely yes.”

“Do you think she would have been like mum?”

“I’m sure she would have been just as wonderful as your mum son, without a doubt.” Cal answered, tears streaming down his face.  Sam wasn’t really old enough to remember her but every night he would ask and Cal would tell him all about her. “She would have been so proud of you, you know that right.”

Sam stood from the bench and turned to face his father.

“I know dad” he said smiling and reached out a hand.  “Let’s go watch a movie, I think that would be a good way to spend the night.  Then tomorrow we will see mum again.”

Beyond the stars – Room 101

Children for sale, get your fresh children here!

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.


Cal opened his eyes slowly, his head pounding and a searing pain in his chest.  As his senses returned he found himself looking out into the darkness of space, the earth drifting far in the distance.  He was in one of the SS Brunel’s escape pods, he had done enough inspections of them in his time so that he knew.  What he didn’t know was how he’d got there.

He reached for his chest and winced.  There was blood and scorch marks on his tunic and he could smell med-plas.  Someone had patched him up but no matter how hard he tried he had no idea who.

He stabbed a finger at the console in front of him but it was completely dead with the exception of a single blinking red light and a small dial with an indicator reading ten percent.

“Well I have life support” he said to himself tapping the gauge. “For now at least.”

He pulled at the manual ignition lever above his head in an attempt to force a reboot of the pod but there was just a dull click.  A few more pumps resulted in the same result and he pushed the lever back into its housing.  If he couldn’t get the pod back online this was going to be a very short trip.

“Come on baby” he said willing her back into life and shifting uncomfortably in his chair to reach for a panel to his left.  He pulled open a small hatch to reveal the distress beacon which should have been blinking, but wasn’t.

He ran his hands through his hair and cursed.  No power, no distress beacon and life support now less than ten percent.

By his reckoning he had maybe an hour before oxygen levels dropped to critical.

 

Mountains must move – Room 101

Maybe a beginning but little more…

 Let’s do one of M’s prompts.

These things tend to be short pieces that may or may not be the beginning of something else.  They dont always finish, they don’t always have a start. I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or paint a single scene.  Originally they were always 101 words but not worrying too much about word count at the moment.


Even now after all these years Cal could still recall the day everything changed.  It was hard to forget.

Quite clearly he still remembered the panic in his chest hearing his mother calling his name frantically as he rode his bicycle through the tall grass in front of the farm house.  He knew that this was no time to hide, no time for games.

He hadn’t made it back to her before the skies started to darken, and after abandoning his bicycle and setting off at a sprint he saw a look of fear on her face that would never leave him.  As they raced inside the house the sky seemed to explode, crimsons and  oranges painted horizon to horizon and a deafening roar cut through the air, shaking the house to its foundations.

“What is it Mom” he had asked her, “what’s happened.”

Se said she didn’t knew but that they needed to hide and get to the bunker.  He didn’t believe her then but looking back he understood why she had lied to him.

He would have done the same because the lie was better than the truth.  It was a truth very few of them would survive.

 

 

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Sea of Chardonnay – Room 101

Children for sale, get your fresh children here!

 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.”

 

Rusty Bearings – Room 101

a quick something and nothing.

 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.  They dont always finish, I just like to try and evoke a certain feeling or scene.


 

Cal stood on the repair deck of the SS Los Angeles looking out into the inky expanse of space and wiped at the grease on his hands with an old red rag.  He loved rest days when he could just potter around the repair deck and have time to think.

He braced himself as he felt the rumble of the high orbit burners beneath his feet and the ship manoeuvred slowly around until the earth drifted into view.

“Wow” he said to himself shaking his head.  The old girl didn’t look well.

From high above large swathes of once green land were now barren and ocean’s once blue and teaming with life were now darkened with the toxic remnants of the third and fourth great wars.

He placed the rag into his overall pocket as the ships com gave a single beep and crackled into life.

”This is captain Armitage.”  He sounded tired.  Eight years in charge of a destroyer will do that to you Cal thought to himself.  “It is with great sadness that I can confirm that Central Command have today confirmed that the SS Trump has been lost over Mars.  Survivors are not expected.  God bless her crew and God bless America.”  The Comms beeped again and there was silence.

Cal grimaced.  That was four destroyers in the last month alone.  They were losing this war.

Pinches of positivity – Room 101

Seems this is my 500th post…

Well this is my 500th post.  Not sure how that happened, I was only really popping in to see what this blogging lark was about.  Oh well, better write something deep and meaningful. Let’s do one of M’s prompts.  ‘Pinches of positivity’.


Lying strapped to the bed Malcolm looked around the room.  Harsh chrome spots reflected on the cold white walls and floor and a single door at the end of the room seemed to be the only way in or out.

He struggled against the wrist and ankle straps but there was no give.

A woman’s voice crackled into life over a speaker, .it was calm and smooth like liquid sugar

“All things are good” it said slowly.  “All things are good.”

Malcolm instinctively tried to ignore the voice but it resonated deep within his mind and filled his senses.

“Everything will work out.” it continued as the words bounced around his head and filled him with calm.  The room drifted into nothing as he closed his eyes.

“This is all you need and you need nothing more.”  iIt said and Malcolm began to mumble the words phrase after phrase.

“This is where you belong and what you need.”  The words left his mouth almost synchronised with voice from the speaker.  He felt warm and safe.

“Everything is fine”

Phrase after phrase flowed into and over him, repeated word for word as he slowly passed into sleep, the words of comfort still dripping from his lips.

As the speaker crackled into silence two orderlies emerged from the door at the end of the room and wheeled his bed back out towards the exit.

“Think he’s nearly?” a barrel chested man asked.  His colleague pulled the door closed behind them.

“Just a couple more sessions and he will be ready for his wedding.”