Hello and welcome to Fiction Friday, where I share some of my writing. This week’s post is a response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie prompt Tale Weaver # 88 Talisman, October 6, 2016.
Katie pushed the door open and floated down the steps, bypassing sweaty bodies. Soon she stepped in to the street to avoid the throng of people. Horns honked at her but she didn’t care; she was free from her 1-4 Friday lab. It was a beautiful fucking day and she was going to enjoy it.
“Hey Katie!” Someone called. She didn’t bother turning around to be bothered by someone from the building she’d just left. She was too eager to get away.
Soon enough she heard footsteps running towards her. She turned to see Graysen, an averaged height kid from her senior class who had dark hair with eyes to match his name, wearing jeans, a 3-button t-shirt, and Converses that matched his eyes. On top of that he wore circle glasses and carried a little pouch of necessities like hand sanitizer, tissues, first aid supplies, and Benedryll. It was kind of eerie and otherwordly to take him all in. She’s had classes with him since they first started school as kids.
“Hey, Katie, I’m glad I was able to catch you before you took off,” he said, smiling.
“Lucky you,” she mumbled, looking irritated. Just what she needed: someone to pester her on this gorgeous day. Continue reading Fiction Friday 10/7/2016
“The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well, on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be.” ― Douglas Adams, The Salmon of Doubt: […]
“It’s lovely, the transformation, you have made!” He yelled at her, smiling. A few years ago she could barely stay vertical on snow and ice, and here she was keeping up with the best of them, albeit on two poles, but here she was nevertheless. They were cruising over to a snow path that was marked DANGER:DO NOT ENTER. It was suppose to open out to an advanced slope that would lead them to the bottom of the mountain. Two snowboarders in their group worked here and said it was relatively safe, that the resort was just super cautious and born on eggshells.
They passed the sign and immediately the incline changed. A few of them let out whoops as each picked up speed and someone yelled, “Turn your cam’s on, boys!” A dozen of them spread out, ready to take what the trail was ready to dish. Remember to breathe and stay calm, her inner voice said. Trust your instincts. They soared down the mountain as if wings were attached to them, jumping and dodging, their laughter spurring each other on.
As they rode down the path her mind drifted back to her childhood when they use to go snow-tubing. At the end of the path off to the side they had a large field filled with mounds of snow where snow forts and snow sculptures were built, and where snow ball fights often took place. That same playful feeling that filled her then filled her now and she smiled, letting out a joyous laugh.
The slope declined and there was a little leveled out part they decided to stop and rest on. They huddled in a circle, out of breathe and laughing, adrenaline still pumping; there was plenty of mountain left for them to enjoy. To ski down an incline like this, to feel this, this rush, this electricity, oh man she just couldn’t wrap her head around it, couldn’t even form how she felt in to words.
She was admiring the sky when something she saw over she shoulder caught her attention. She turned fully and watched in horror as the mountain transformed. Where there had been smooth snow was now rolling white balls of anger with one reason, one purpose: to conquer. The snow they had glided on and passed must have seen their booming laughter as mockery, as disrespect, as if she could read the DANGER:DO NOT ENTER sign and was punishing them for passing it, or maybe she just felt like coming for them.
The whooshing sound of the snow eagerly rolling towards them filled her ears, muffling the yells and screams of the of the members of their group. All of them turned to run, including her, even though she knew they couldn’t outrun it, maybe if they had also been made of snow.
How embarrassing, she thought as they sped down the hill, that my drastic improvement boosted my ego when I should have aired on the side of caution, just like the resort.
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