Ok, I must be on a sci-fi kick right now
Because as soon as I saw this word a basic premise for a story sprung up. Maybe because I'm reading through some of my old Heinlein books, I don't know, lol. It took several starts, several frustrating moments on The most dangerous writing app, a few angry grunts, but eventually I got it to flow the way I wanted it to :)
Another morning, another Five minute free write brought together by @mariannewest :) Without further ado...
The thin silver craft cut quickly through
The thick sludge of the narrow canal. A single figure crouched alone, hiding as best they could behind the low edges. Eyes narrow, darting left and right, they surveyed the land searching for something.
Barren rock, swept clean of life, littered the world around him. Silence reigned supreme in this now desolate place. Moving quicky, he checked something in the rear. Furtive motions puncuated by sudden, paranoid glances around.
It must get there. It must get there.
Over and over the words played in his mind. It must not end here.
Days, weeks, months, years, now decades. A lush paradise turned into...into...this. It could have been so more. But, now, it was much less. Two sides, each right, refused to give. Not one inch, not one inch at all.
But, there was hope.
And not so far away. He looked down at the small package. It just needs to get there. Once it does...life will bloom again. Hope would come into the world again.
His eyes wandered upwards. For a moment distracted by the thing he desired most for this world. Far away, just barely visible in the murky red sky, was a pale blue dot. Beckoning, calling, begging to help them start anew. If only they could get there.
Just a few more...
The thought cut off suddenly.
Punctuated by a small piece of metal, as another nearby figure began to think, 'it just needs to get there.'
Perhaps a portion of the inspiration for this story
Comes from modern day living. Where we all feel we're right, and because of that we're destroying our world. No one refuses to give an inch and the only solutions proposed are zero-sum games. Hope for us is really, really close. It doesn't have to be, 'In order for me to win, you must lose.' We can all win...really...seriously...
And that's the cool thing about science fiction. It allows us create potential futures that people can either take or leave. Enjoy the fun, or see the possibilities, or both. To leave what they saw as fiction, or work to help it turn into non-fiction.
I hope you enjoyed this quick piece. I'd love to hear what you think. :)
Michael
If you're wondering, the photo was taken Dead Horse National Park in Utah at sunset. Dang those colors were pretty
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