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#ThursThreads, week 447

Prompt: https://siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads-tying-tales-together-week-447/
The sky had gone from grey to purple-black as we’d sat on the bench, but neither one of us had spoken yet. Sometimes there’s too many words, and sometimes there’s too few, and sometimes both are true at the same time. I wanted to tell her everything, but I didn’t know how to start. I watched the breath leave my mouth in clouds and tried not to cry.

“Do you know who it is?” I’d never heard her voice that flat, as if she’d had to turn herself into an automaton to speak without screaming.

“Well, uh, I do now.” I paused. “I didn’t at the time.”

“How could you not have known? Didn’t it matter at all? Or were you so desperate that you just leapt at the first one who happened by?” I would have been relieved to have heard anger in her voice, but the automaton still had control.

“No. Yes. It…it wasn’t like that.” How could I explain in a way that she would understand? That I’d known what I was doing, and why I shouldn’t, and still did it anyway? That something as simple as a glance meant that nothing else mattered? That even though it was a choice, it wasn’t?

Her questions hung in the air like a barrier between us. I had to tell her, I had to say something. But what could I say that would make a difference?

Eventually, she got up and walked away. There was nothing more to say.

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FireIceFlash, week 19/19

Prompt: https://flashfriday.wordpress.com/2020/12/18/fireice-sol-19-19

It took twenty lifetimes to build, did the shrine. Each life, as I grew weaker, I knew I would be reborn to continue the work, and I never felt any sense of loss. One day I would cease breathing, the angels would come and resurrect me, and the next I would be a young woman, born with the intimate knowledge of what the work required. The angels didn’t need to understand my purpose to know why they helped me, only that it was in their nature to do so. That I was the only human within a hundred thousand light years mattered not at all. That they had never visited Earth even less so. I knew why I toiled, what my purpose was, why I had been created. And so, one bright morning under twin suns as I neared the end of my final lifetime, it was complete. The light was fading from my eyes, but not before I saw the portal open. Not before the first angel drew her scimitar. Not before I heard the first screams.

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#FireIceFlash, week 18/19

Prompt: https://flashfriday.wordpress.com/2020/12/11/fireice-sol-18-19

“Seeing Beyond the Veil”

The old man knew he was dying, but still he smiled. He’d seen his wife go, two of his children, and one of his grandchildren.

Pain wracked his body, but still he smiled. It would be over shortly.

The light in his eyes grew dimmer each day, but still he smiled. He saw something no one else could see.

They’d be coming for him soon, as they had for the others.

He smiled as he thought of home, and the stars.

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ice dragon – interstellar voyager

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#FireIceFriday, week 16/19

Prompt: https://flashfriday.wordpress.com/2020/11/27/fireice-sol-16-19/

The bones rattled over the flagstones, bouncing and tumbling until they came to rest. Joli raced over to take a look and raised her arms in triumph. “Double kata! Yes!”

Mok unfolded his limbs from where he sat on the stoop and strode slowly over to where she stood. Towering over her, he took in her face, the bones on the ground, and the clamoring onrush of spectators behind him without reaction. As he waited without speaking, the tumult around him shifted from excitement, to unease, to silence. When even the birds ceased their chirping, he spoke.

“Joli, you have won our little game. Per our agreement, I shall release your child from my dungeons. Is there anything you wish to say before my compensation is collected?”

“Compensation?“

“Of course. You did not think I would give up such a valuable asset because you rolled a particular combination on the bones without something in it for myself, did you?”

“I-“

“It matters not.” Mok placed a hand on her forehead and murmured words she did not understand.

“What have you done?”

“You will understand, one day. Take your daughter and go. Pray I do not see you again.”

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#FireIceFlash, week 15/19

Prompt: https://flashfriday.wordpress.com/2020/11/20/fireice-sol-15-19/


“For Unto Us”

They call to me.

The longer they’ve been dead, the louder their voices are. In a graveyard like this one, marked with primitive stones weathered beyond sharing any information, it’s deafening.

Hear me. A woman who died of an infection in her foot.

Hear me. A child who had been beaten by an abusive father.

Hear me. A village leader who’d died in her sleep after more than ninety years.

Trying to pick out one voice in the chorus while my brain was pounding required a dizzying effort, but I’d come here for a reason, and I couldn’t leave until I’d found them.

The dead didn’t leave this plane, they stayed trapped in a world where they couldn’t go anywhere or do anything except call out in agony to the rare living beings that can hear them.

I wasn’t drawn to the unjustly dead, the murdered or the tortured or those who suffered through an excruciating end. They were everywhere, and their pain could never be alleviated.

The one I was looking for was growing near. They were the most unique of all the dead.

The reborn.

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#ThursThreads, Week 439

Prompt: https://siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads-tying-tales-together-week-439/

The waxing moon poked out from behind the clouds and then disappeared, the small window in the clouds being pushed rapidly by gale-force winds. I wasn’t able to see much, but it was enough.
Maron’s forces had mostly crossed the river and were making their way up the hill to my cottage. He wasn’t taking any chances this time, and thought he’d probably brought enough soldiers with him this time to take me out.

Probably.

Of course, what he didn’t know was that he’d already won.

Hours later, he stood over what was left of me and pissed on the half of my skull that was still recognizable. Maron’s men – and more than a few women – had more than every reason to be angry with me, and they took out all of their feelings, at least as much as they could on someone who won’t put up a fight.

This had really just made them all that much angrier, and now they were fighting each other, because that’s what people like this did when their blood was up and the enemy a disappointment.

Well, some of them were fucking each other, but given how they were doing it, fighting probably would have been nicer.

“What did she say to you, sister? When mother came to you that night, what did she say? Why did you do all of what you did?”

She’d only told me the truth, but he never would have understood that. And now he never would.

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#FireIceFlash, week 14/19

Prompt: https://flashfriday.wordpress.com/2020/11/13/fireice-sol-14-19

His parents smiled when Billy told them he was going to dig his way to China. “Just don’t dig up my rose bushes!”

Billy didn’t dig up the rose bushes, but he did dig, and for much longer than anyone had expected. Years after people grew out of childish fancy, when they learned about the Earth’s molten core, he’d come home after school and dig for hours.

When he graduated, he got a job digging holes, but no matter how hard he worked during the day, he returned to his backyard hole at night.

And he never did dig up the rose bushes.

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#ThursThreads, week 438

Prompt: https://siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads-tying-tales-together-week-438/
“Poor people have no one to blame for their life than themselves.”

Exactly what I said.

“Gay people are an abomination.”

Exactly what I said.

“It’s every man’s right to have sex with any woman he wants, whenever he wants.”

Exactly what I said.

“Children getting murdered in school is just the price we all have to pay for freedom.”

Exactly what I said.

“Being wealthy is just a sign that God loves me more.”

Exactly what I said.

“I don’t have to treat someone like a person if I don’t want to.”

Exactly what I said.

“It’s my right to destroy the environment if I want – the end of the world is coming soon anyway.”

Exactly what I said.

“I shouldn’t have to interact with anyone I don’t want to, ever.”

Exactly what I said.

“Avoiding paying my taxes is what smart people do – only idiots support their government.”

Exactly what I said.

“God just loves white people more.”

Exactly what I said.

“We have a Manifest Destiny to seize any land we want.”

Exactly what I said.

“The white people’s burden is to civilize the rest of the world.”

Exactly what I said.

“The death penalty is the ultimate form of justice.”

Exactly what I said.

“The weak should die so the strong can prosper.”

Exactly what I said.

“For what shall it profit a man, if he gain the whole world, and suffer the loss of his soul?”

Exactly what…hey, I actually did say that one!

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#FireIceFlash, week13/19

Prompt: https://flashfriday.wordpress.com/2020/11/06/fireice-sol-13-19/

“When the Angels Fall”

Hundreds of millions of years trapped under layers of rock, I waited. Oceans rose and fall over me, and gradually the rock wore away.

An explorer with a pickaxe set me free.

But still I waited – the time still wasn’t right.

They dragged me to a granite and steel edifice and hung me in the sky, the master of all I could see.

And still I waited.

The time had to be perfect. I would only get one chance at what I was going to do, and so I was patient.

But I waited too long. The day came that the giant doors were locked, never to be opened again. The cables holding me in the sky began to stretch, then to fray, then – one by one – to snap.

When the few that remained could no longer bear my weight, down I plummeted, to shatter into a thousand pieces.

My life had no purpose, but it did have an end.

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#FireIceFlash, week 12/19

Prompt: https://flashfriday.wordpress.com/2020/10/30/fireice-sol-12-19/
Hot water hissed on the coils, and I leapt to get it. Billy had distracted me by drawing on the wall with red crayon and I’d been too busy beating his ass to catch the pasta before it boiled over. I’d told Molly that she shouldn’t have been playing in front of the stove, and now she knew why as a cascade of water scalded her from her scalp down to her stomach. “That’ll teach ya,” I laughed, and then I kicked her over for good measure.

I heard heavy footfalls on the floor above and raced over to pick up the ball and mitt I’d left on the floor. I was tossing the ball into the air when Dad tromped down the stairs. His voice was slurred, but I understood him well enough.

“You weren’t playing with your sister’s dolls, were ya boy?”

I shook my head as to indicate the thought had never crossed my mind.

“You know she made those, before the flu. I catch you playing with them, and you’re getting your ass beat.”

I nodded.

He swung a kick at me, more out of habit than any particular anger. “That’ll teach ya.”

And he laughed.