Archive for July, 2014

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.

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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.