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Ficlet: Only Two More to Go

Christopher Sisk — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 01:41:24 +0000

“It’s beautiful.” Nema looked out over the landscape bathed in light then thrown into darkness again. Over and over, the rocky moon was teased with brief moments of daylight streaming from a spinning pulsar giving the entire surface of the planet an eerie animated feel. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Just watch your tekmeter, sweets.” A squat Elgeon growled at her from her left. “You see stripes, you get back inside that lander. Got it?”

Nema shook her head, slightly annoyed that a clumsy Elgeon like Megrag didn’t think she could take care of herself. She reluctantly glanced down to her tekmeter. No lines, though Megrag snickered before trotting off towards the edge of the plateau.

“So… exactly how many of these have you found already, Megrag?”

The short creature stared eye to her for a brief moment. “Four.” he growled then disappeared over the edge.

“Four.” Nema repeated to herself then, with a bit of a grin, “Only two more to go. And if I’m lucky, you’ll lead me straight to those too.”

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Ficlet: Unanswered Questions

Christopher Sisk — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 01:36:32 +0000

A few drops of water trickled over the edge and off the casket. The sprinklers a few feet away had been on for a couple of minutes now. Max didn’t seem to mind. His eyes were set on the mahogany shell resting in the earth before him.

A fairly large cedar tree behind him was casting a sharp shadow across the left edge of the casket. Max shot a glance down to his wrist then returned his gaze to the sunbathed casket below. He’d been there for two hours. The funeral had been over for one and he knew the work men were getting tired of waiting. He knelt down, scooped up a handful of earth and clutched it as hard as he could while looking across the full length of the casket.

“Why?” His voice was scratchy and the words barely left his mouth, though his eyes watered a bit. “Why didn’t you…?”

He clutched the dirt even harder in his hand, as if trying to squeeze the rest of the words from it. When nothing came out, he raised his hand and released the first grains of dirt that would cover his mother forever.

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