Flash Friday Vol 2 – 33

Posted in Uncategorized on July 26, 2014 by drmagoo

Prompt: http://flashfriday.wordpress.com/2014/07/25/flash-friday-vol-2-33/

Years later, the elders would speak of the storm. There were certain words that weren’t spoken, at least not in polite company, but the subtext was there. Rising out of clear skies from the southeast, when the trade-winds came from the west, the three-master pulling into port didn’t have a chance. That anyone survived the wreck was nothing short of a miracle, much less that the survivor was a woman, no longer young.

She may have been alone after the wreck, but the laws required that she belong to a man. When the elders were approached to find one for her, however, not one volunteered. The ones who already had first wives were warned not to take “that witch” into their home. Since she was beyond childbearing age, the ones without didn’t want their chances of producing heirs to be eliminated.

And so she was allowed to be the first unfettered woman, rejected by all and finally at peace.

VisDare 71 – Ephemera

Posted in Uncategorized on July 26, 2014 by drmagoo

Prompt: http://anonymouslegacy1.wordpress.com/2014/07/22/visdare-71-ephemera/

Pere had been the one to invite me to talk, here on our bench at the east side of Springdale Park, but he didn’t speak for the longest time, not until the fog had risen to glow in the moonlight.

“I’m broken, Penelope. I need to leave, and you can’t follow me.”

I knew he hadn’t been happy lately, but the finality of what he’d said – and the way he’d said it, so flatly, without any openings for hope – took my breath away. So I didn’t speak as he stood up and headed off into the fog. His footprints vanished slowly, the moisture in the air settling on the grass to cover any sign of his passing.

It’s been years since I’ve been back to Springdale Park. The temptation to hunt for signs of where he went was too strong at first, and he was right. I couldn’t follow him.

Flash Frenzy round 27

Posted in Uncategorized on July 12, 2014 by drmagoo

Prompt: http://theangryhourglass.wordpress.com/2014/07/12/flash-frenzy-round-27/

“Daddy! Keep your toes out of the sand until the polish is dry!”

“Yes, pumpkin.” The memory was so strong that I spoke out loud, even though I was the only one on the beach. Elle was long gone, as was her brother, and her mother. Off to England, I think, or Ireland. Or maybe Scotland. It didn’t really matter – all of Britain was at the bottom of the North Sea, along with my kids, and my ex, and Roger.

Who runs off with a man named Roger?

I shook my head, trying to clear it of thoughts of Elle, her hazel eyes glinting as she snuck her hand out, holding the little brush dripping with red. Who would have wanted to sleep during that onslaught of giggles and life? But I let her have her fun, waiting to ‘catch’ her until she was on the last nail.

Dammit. If I didn’t get moving soon, no one would be around to remember anything. I’d gotten away during the night, but they weren’t just going to let me go. It was Against the Code. The beach was too exposed, but it was the only place around here I might find food, so I’d chanced it, and my luck had held.

The luck of a man whose kids were dead.

I looked out at the water again, trying to decide where I wanted to go. If I wanted to go. After some rest and some food, I’d finally reached some clarity. I wasn’t a revolutionary, I wasn’t a leader of a cause. I was just a man who’d wanted to see if there was still anything left. And now I knew.

I waded out into the water and waited, still, like my father had taught me, although I wasn’t hungry anymore. A fish swam right up to me, circling my legs, and I grabbed it. Its blood wouldn’t be the red of my dreams, but I didn’t think Elle would mind.

Finish That Thought, week 52

Posted in Uncategorized on July 1, 2014 by drmagoo

Prompt: http://alissaleonard.blogspot.com/2014/06/finish-that-thought-52.html

The massive 2:00 am explosion jolted the town awake. I heard the cacophony in the street as neighbors threw open windows and stumbled out onto porches. Mister Thompson’s voice rose above the din, demanding to know what was going on, as if being the precinct captain gave him some kind of special authority. Me, I rolled over to go back to sleep. They’d be at my door soon enough, and us time-traveling dinosaur hunters need our rest.

I should’ve known that Mister Thompson wouldn’t be so decent as to let me sleep in until a decent hour. I mean, sure, the transformer which supplied the power to the safety fence had blown up, but the Apatosauruses were kind of slow, and it should be hours before they started causing problems. I let him pound away for long enough to let him know I wasn’t at his beck and call, and then slowly opened the door, taking a sip of coffee as he began spluttering.

“Miss Collins! What is the meaning of…” I didn’t let him finish.

“It’s Doctor Collins, as you very well know, and as you also know, PETD is busy trying to free the dinosaurs again.” I took another sip of coffee and sat down on my foyer bench to put on my boots. I did not invite him in.

“Well, young lady, what are you going to do about it? We hired you – at great expense to the town, I must say – to stop this kind of thing!”

“No, Mister Thompson, you hired me to catch the dinosaurs once they escaped, as the temporal warning system told you would happen. As they haven’t escaped yet, I’m actually not, so to speak, on the clock. But if you’ll be kind enough to get out of my way, I’ll go take a look and see what I can do.”

We walked to the hyperloop station, and I called my contact to find out how bad the damage was. He didn’t answer, as planned, although I didn’t let Mister Thompson, and I carried on my end of the conversation as if he’d given me the run-down and the problems were pretty small. If he’d done his job correctly, however, there would be nothing small about what we were about to see.

The hyperloop glided soundlessly to a stop, and we exited into the tube station for the last time. The tube was in vacuum, and we hadn’t heard anything until we’d stepped out, so the sounds that hit us were staggering. As was the Apatosaur stomping toward us. Mister Thompson turned to me. “Well, Miss, there he is! Catch him!”

I smiled. “I told you, it’s Doctor. And why would I stop him when we worked so hard to let him go?” My Timetransporter beeped. “I really should have given you my full title. Doctor Collins, People for the Ethical Treatment of Dinosaurs. You wanted the zoo, you pulled them out of their time? They’re yours now.” And I vanished.

Mid week Blues Buster, year 2 week 13

Posted in Uncategorized on June 13, 2014 by drmagoo

Prompt: http://thetsuruokafiles.wordpress.com/2014/06/10/mid-week-blues-buster-week-2-13/

The streetlights were out, but I didn’t need them. The alley was a tunnel of lost hopes – dumpsters, rats, and lots of broken pieces of things that weren’t even worthy of taking the effort to throw them into the dumpsters. Razor thought I’d give in when he chose the site for the meet, but I was all-in. I didn’t have any options left, other than to go through with the whole thing, and that was how I was going to beat him.

I could hear what had once been broken glass grind under my feet as I stepped from the cab. I’d had to tip the driver my last $20 to take me to this part of town, and he sped away before I’d closed the door. Two of Razor’s men moved behind me, guiding me without speaking to the spot where they planned to kill me. Probably Bingo and Knives, I thought. They were dumb, but they’d do what they were told until the day they died. No way out there, or so they thought.

Halfway down the alley, a wan light shone from a single bulb. It marked the door of Razor’s club, though why anyone would want to belong to such a club was beyond me. Well – that’s not true. Five short months ago, I was knocking on the door, giving the password I’d bought for two hundred bucks and some false testimony to the cops, hoping against hope that they’d let me in. I thought I had been out of options then. Little did I know what being out of options really meant.

The door swung open without a creak, and Razor stepped out. So, he was going to take care of me himself. That, from what I’d heard, was a rarity, and it made what I was going to need to do just that much harder. He hadn’t gotten control of the east side because of his charming personality, and the stories of how he’d gotten that nickname were what had kept me up all night on my plan.

“I was gonna say that you’ve got balls, showing up like this, but you really just are that fuckin’ stupid that you think you’ll get out of here.” Razor’s voice was flat and high, barely above a whisper, and I knew that my plan would work. When he was angry, half the city could hear him.

“Oh, you kids are all the same. You’ll get one over on old Razor. Let me guess – you’ve got a plan where you’re going to get Knives to stab Bingo in the dark, and from there, all hell would break lose, until your moment came, and you’d be gone.

“Nice try.” I wasn’t even sure what happened, but suddenly my left side went numb. Knives was there, though, holding me up with one arm while his other drove a stiletto right through my spine. He worked it around a bit, then pulled it out, and that’s when the pain hit. I cried out, once, and fell to my knees. Razor knelt down next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. “I’ve got a dozen men, plus me, in this alley. You were fucked from the second you knocked on my door, but it took you five months to die.”

Razor stood back up and flipped a switch, flooding the alley with light. I could see them all now, even as my vision was starting to grow hazy. He drew his foot back and kicked me hard, right in the crotch. Watching me curl up into a mewling ball, he laughed. “Guess you do have balls after all, kid. Now, I gave you to Knives first because he drew the Ace of Spades, but all of my boys are going to get their turn tonight. It’s been a while, and they need the practice.”

VisDare 64: Awash

Posted in Uncategorized on June 8, 2014 by drmagoo

Prompt: http://anonymouslegacy1.wordpress.com/2014/06/03/visdare-64-awash/

Just because we could see the other side of the lake didn’t mean we knew what we would find when we got there. The distance kept changing – some days, we could see hills and trees, other days, just the faint shadow of something that was more than horizon. As we built the raft, tying branches from fallen pines together, the old ones warned against our going. If the gods had wanted us to be over there, we would have been put there. But the other side was there, and it called to us.

It seemed like our voyage would be short, no more than a day, or two. But though the other side remained visible, it never got any closer. Our side, our home, got further away, however, until one day, all we could see was something that was more than horizon to our west and nothing to our east.

Flash Frenzy, round 23

Posted in Uncategorized on June 8, 2014 by drmagoo

Prompt: http://theangryhourglass.wordpress.com/2014/06/07/flash-frenzy-round-23/

Look at her, her speed, her grace, the smooth way she takes the corner, leaning inward to push around the turn at just the right angle. She runs like she was designed for it, never out of sync, never out of breath.

I loved her, of course. Everyone did – her teachers, her friends (although they’d never say such a thing, not at eleven, not with middle school looming with its cliques and its judgment), the boys on the street – but me, most of all. It had been just the two of us since cancer decided it needed to take her mother more than we needed her, but really it was me with her.

I was in awe of her the day she was born. No, she wasn’t supernaturally intelligent, or a baby who never cried sixteen times between dusk and dawn, but just the fact that she existed, had come from nothing and was suddenly this person, this screaming pink drooly pile of possibility. Who could stand a chance against something like that?

There she is again, coming down the hallway. I don’t know why she runs so much at home, when there are trails and tracks and all those things just half a block away at the park, but as soon as she had discovered what running was, she’d started making laps through the hall and the kitchen and the dining room. Couldn’t be more than a hundred feet or so, but around she goes, again and again and again. Back, well, before, she would run into her mother, carrying laundry or coming in from work, and there would be that test of wills. But her mother always let her win, for the same reason we all did.

I’d set the desk in my study so I could watch her run, silhouetted against the setting sun as she made that turn again. Sometimes, when I’d catch her in profile, I’d see her mother’s nose, and feel that ache and anger and passion rise up, because the past is never really past. But mostly, she was just herself, capable of anything, gliding into the future as smoothly as she ran.


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