Flash, goes the lightning! |
The
last two weeks, from a writing perspective, have flown past and not in a good
way. Deadlines are Eighth Circle of
Hell. Mix that with a science fiction
theme and a flash-fiction maximum limit of 1,000 words and it’s like scrubbing
with a cheese grater in a lemon-juice shower.
Until
that brief, shining moment when all the random threads come together in a story
that makes you salivate with wonder and hope.
Finalists will be announced November 28th, but whatever the
outcome, a new story is a new story.
Here’s the opening:
I loved search and
destroy operations.
That’s the
standing order for the Voll. Their blood
carries diseases and impurities. They
kidnap children to infect them. They
seduce pure men to get pregnant and coerce or rape pure women. Command says they must be destroyed.
I agreed.
The Voll’s burrow
was an old bunker—civilian, abandoned, and in ruins. Dark and dank—the kind of thing they
like. Drones were useless in the
confined space, so it was limited sat-comm with heat signatures on IR for the
op. The LT sent four of us.
We went in by the
numbers.
Pretty
light stuff, huh?
Thanks goes out to all the folks who participated as beta readers or offered advice!
If
this doesn’t make the finalists, the entirely will be posted up for your
reading enjoyment. It may be posted up
anyhow. It’s also possible this is the
start of a new novel . . . but time will tell.
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