Okay, so I decided to have a little fun and go back to a writing prompt site that has helped me over the hump when I needed inspiration. In case you’re interested, you can find the link here: http://storyaday.org/ (Note: My intro to flash fiction and the shorts found in the Other Writing section were birthed there). Anyway, moving on…
Tell The Story Of A Journey
Use any transportation technology you can dream up, but include details to allow us to see, feel and perhaps even choke on the atmosphere.
Don’t forget to make something happen, and then resolve it (or leave it unresolved).
Give us a character we can root for (or against).
It’s dark. The walls are so close, just wriggling brings my skin in contact with them. And it’s damn hot, temperature increasing by the second. Each touch sizzles, and sweat beads on my skin, further burning the blistering patches. My mouth is so dry; my tongue sticks to the roof.
Where am I?
Review: it’s dark. And hot. I’m hovering off the floor in closed quarters. I’m moving through space. Can’t hear it, cuz you can’t hear sound in space. But I can sense it.
Never took a trip in my life, but now I’m moving through space in a tin can. I know the ones. I saw them, lined up like metal cigars, right before the launch. Expensive, silver tubes designed to hurtle though space—
Headed for my final resting place. The place where the undesired, unfit, and unwanted are sent. No good to society, we are just mouths to fill when there is not enough food or water. Rivers nearly dry, mud-pits all.
One strike was all it took to buy my ticket on this metal coffin.
Flying through space toward that glowing ball. To Sol, the giver of life. To Sol, the Reaper of mine.
The heat is unbearable now. Blisters burst. Hair shrivels and disintegrates. The smell, unbreathable.
Choking. Eyes tearing.
Hotter and hotter, still.
Last breath. Just a wheeze.
My last stop.
There is no getting out of Hell.
D.Forde (July 10, 2013)