The Toss of a Coin

Bonus entry because I forgot to post this on Monday! This story is based on the city image below, which I interpreted as a city flying through space. I tried to get as much of a feeling for the city as I could into 250 words, and you can read about Sienna, who has to make a choice about what she wants from her life and what she is willing to give up to get it.


Sienna had heard stories about a time when the great cities used to reside on a planet they called Earth. It was said that there was once was so much land, that one was allowed to walk on the dirt.


Sienna worked on the engines, below the lake hologram, and she had never been allowed to so much as see the limited supply of dirt they had aboard the City of New York, let alone touch it.


She had only left her level a handful of time, and she wondered what the city looked like from the high towers, with the stars passing them by. Did they have more tickets up there, or better luck maybe?


She looked down at the red token in her hand indicating her ticket had not won the lottery. There would be no child for her this year, and with one year left of eligibility, there would likely never be one if she stayed.


There was another choice though, in six months the New York would make it’s next planet stop, and they could leave then, join a group of settlers and try to make a go of it.


She flipped the token in the air. Name up, and she would sign up for resettlement. Number up, and she would tell her husband that she wouldn’t go.


The token hit the ground, and she picked it up without looking. She made her decision, and now she would have to live with it.

Shredded

This weeks six-sentence story is a little sad, and surprisingly mundane. Based on the six-sentence story prompt of Confetti from Girlontheedge, this is the story of someone who has come to the realization that there is a little more to her projects being behind, and having to make a choice what in her life is more important.


Sharon took a deep breath in, held it for a count of four, and then let it out, as she took a moment before she assessed the damage.

Her projects were going to be late, that was a given, and as much as she would like to pretend it was an accident, it was quite clearly sabotage.

She had held the same schedule for three years, and each week without fail Gerry would contact her during her project block and start asking questions about something.

At first Sharon had thought it was a coincidence, that maybe that Gerry knew she would be on-line then, but the more progress she made, the more insistent the other woman had become with her need to discuss just a few things during these times.

As things started to work out for Sharon, Gerry stopped being the supportive friend who looked over her work, making small corrections to help it along, and started being the person who would tear up Sharon’s self esteem until all that remained was a pile of confetti.

Today she had to make a choice, THE choice, of what she wanted from her life, her friend or her passion projects, because it seemed like she no longer could keep them both, and it weighed heavy on her heart, it was so hard to make new friends…

The Perfectionist

I have to start with May the 4th be with you! This week’s six sentence story prompt by girlontheedge was CONTROL, and it got weird. What started with a perfectionist researcher being interrupted turned a little strange, and well it’s up to you if you want to interpret this as horror/fantasy or take it as a metaphor.


The sounds of Bach’s Cello Suite No 1 came from a waterproof speaker mounted high in the corner of the lab, the only deviation in an otherwise textbook set-up.

The lab equipment was all stored as precisely as if it were a demo rather than a working lab, and the few samples being worked on were set up on an immaculate bench top, all labelled with perfectly legible capital letters, all spaced exactly one inch apart.

The scientist working on them also appeared picture ready, with nary a hair out of place as she methodically reviewed her data, making notations in her lab book with a precise print that almost looked typed, and only when she was sure that every detail had been captured did she move onto the next step in her procedure.

Then HE stepped into the lab, him in his open toed shoes, stopping the music, waving his hands as if he wasn’t surrounded by fragile equipment, and all hell broke loose when he finally made contact, her sense of control shattering along with the glassware.

She turned, snarling, her hair bursting from it’s tie as the strands turned to snakes ready to devour their prey, claws escaping through the tips of her gloves, and he barely had a chance to widen his eyes in horror before it was all over.

Three hours later the lab was back to it’s impeccable state, Bach’s Cello Suite No 1 drifted from the recently sterilised speaker as she stepped inside, freshly showered in a new lab-coat and gloves, she was ready to resume her work without interruption, and the only attention she gave to the now bulging biohazard bag was a note in her lab book to have it scheduled for removal when she was finished for the day.


Side note, going forward theses are moving to Wednesday’s and the Short Stories will be moving to Friday’s.

Getting What You Asked For

This was written for Flashfiction February on my discord server. I went with the 100 word target, and the challenge was dialogue only. In this case I went with the idea of something between a Djinn, Rumplestiltskin, and a Faerie, and getting what you asked for. As many of us know, you have to be VERY clear in your word choice, or else….


“A deal is a deal.”
“Of course, and I will hold up my end.”
“Yet you will not give me what I am owed?”
“I will give you exactly what you are owed Dearie, but not what you asked.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I am bound to the bargain, to the very word of it.”
“But you will not give me what I have asked?”
“No dearie, because what you wish is what you asked.”
“It is, it could be-“
“It very well could be, were I the generous sort.”
“And?”
“Take what I give, and do not test my equanimity.”