If you sit on the edge, the wood shakes you when the trains go by. It makes me feel like the plastic dentures Johnny got Granny as a joke one … Continue reading All my thoughts are winding
Tag: short fiction
Half-Eaten, Out of Place
The best thing about living alone is that you can take your bra off the second you get home. You don’t even have to wait until you get into your … Continue reading Half-Eaten, Out of Place
An Ending
In the end, there was only a flooded planet and dying star.
“It was good,” the sun sank towards the sea, her former inferno reduced to a flame in the clouds.
“Perfect,” the sea rose to meet her. She was doused and the sea froze.
Across the universe: a spark, a droplet, a beginning.
(Clara, 280 characters)
Written for Twittering Tales.
You Ain’t Welcome Here
We don’t get many visitors round these parts. We don’t take kindly to ’em either. It’s not so much that this is a one-horse town, we just got our own … Continue reading You Ain’t Welcome Here
Ice-Cream Van at the End of the Galaxy
There’s an ice-cream van at the edge of the Milky Way. It’s been there longer than there has been life on Earth. Commuters stop by on the intergalactic highway as they make … Continue reading Ice-Cream Van at the End of the Galaxy
The Last Wisp of the Universe
Since astronomers first looked up at the stars they’ve wondered about the expanse of the universe. The shape. How many galaxies are there? How far does it stretch beyond the observable? Does it have edges?
Not really.
But she does have elbows.
Dressing an Illusionist
“It’s all about how things look, little one,” The Conjurer told her. He snapped his long, thin fingers and stopped a pocket of time- a snapshot of Carmilla looking up … Continue reading Dressing an Illusionist
Time’s Up
My Grandfather fixes clocks. He used to do it for a living, but now I think he just does it for fun. He says it keeps his hands busy and … Continue reading Time’s Up
The Start of a Vanishing Act
From a young age, Carmilla had a knack for disappearing. She couldn’t control it at first, it was just a feeling started by a jittery heart. When things were bad … Continue reading The Start of a Vanishing Act
Flight 374
The flight from New York to LA takes just over 6 hours.
Martin VonBraun hugged his brother Joe goodbye at airport security. He spent some time in duty-free before he headed to Gate 7A. Joeseph made his way back into the city, through crowded tubes and up a cramped escalator to his office. He sat down at his desk as flight 374 was taking off from New York airport.
An hour later, Martin was sitting back and choosing which in-flight movie to watch. Joe was pouring over a legal case on his desk, feeling a little too hot. He called his secretary to open the window.
Two hours into the flight, Martin got up to use the bathroom. Joe was in a bathroom too, vomiting blood.
At hour three, Martin was asleep. Joe was paralyzed, but fully conscious.
At hour five, Joe watched as his fingers shriveled and turned black. Martin ordered a beer from the flight attendant.
The flight from New York to LA takes just over 6 hours. Parasite X kills its host 5 hours and 11 minutes from the time of infection.
Flight 374 was delayed coming into LA airport. Nobody from air traffic control would answer them. When they did eventually pluck up the courage to land, it appeared from the air that all flights had been grounded. As they came closer, they saw the corpses littering the runways. Blackened and shriveled, like a fire had spread through every living person, leaving all else untouched.
The plane sat on the runway, but nobody ran out to meet them and nobody dared leave. They checked their phones. Messages from loved ones came through- emotional jigsaw pieces of the last 6 hours, as the parasite had infected and taken down the country. Possibly the world. The pilot radioed out. Perhaps there were other flights full of the uninfected. Perhaps there were more than these 204 survivors. Or perhaps not. It would only take one infected passenger to take down the whole plane. Maybe they’d all just been lucky.
Martin’s thought about calling his brother, but he couldn’t seem to move his fingers. The corpse of Joe VonBraun lay in a silent office, surrounded by so many more. His dead fingers curled against the floor. The parasite inside him, still hungry, took root in his brain. Joe was gone, but his fingers twitched. His eyes opened.
Via Daily Prompt: Infect
