They weren’t halcyon days but they
Were ours.
❤
Shelley Robotics
Will had built robots and explored AI since he was a boy. This new project presented new challenges but Will was ready to tackle them.
This one looked just like Sheila. Sometimes Will had to remind himself S2 was different. As she stood, unblinking, in the garage Will didn’t need reminding.
Her arm fell to the floor with a soft thud. Will stared at the fleshy decomposing mass.
“Well, the robotic one is almost ready.”
S2 pulled her crumbling lips back like a scared dog baring teeth.
“We’ll work on that smile next. Sheila had the most beautiful smile.”
Frankenstein was first published in 1818.
Word Count: 99
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers as always.
4:29 – Friday Fictioneers
Beep.
“Hey kid. It’s …. uhhh …. it’s dad. I’m here.”
Howling wind and feedback sent the signal fading in and out.
“Wherever here is. I think I found it. It’s on the train tracks … over a valley. It’s a steep valley, gotta be careful.”
Quincy squinted at the figure moving towards the tunnel in front of him.
“Anyway, it’s 4:30, Sunday the … 30th. It’s … uh … it’s October. Hey it’s your birthday, sorry I’m not there bud. I know you’ll tell your mom I’m sorry. She never believed me.”
The message sputtered feedback.
Beep.
Quincy checked his watch, 4:29, the 30th of October.
Word Count: 99
I’m super late on this one. I intended to write it back on Friday, then I intended to write it over the weekend. Thank you to Rochelle for wrangling Friday Fictioneers.
Subtle
I want to believe
In subtle moments
Strung between you and me.
Of Dreams
The sight of him sends heat pulsing through my veins. My skin grows warm. Sheer will pushes me forward. What’s worse, my throat dries and heart hammers, I can feel his energy fixating on me. There’s a thousand women in this room; a thousand men too. He’s misdirected. He’s confused. Why would anyone pursue?
Doesn’t he see? People like me … We exist in the shadow. There for your amusement, or bemusement, but never serious inquiry. We slip in the cracks, stay behind a crowd’s back. His aim’s amiss. That must be it.
He must know I’m just a play thing, just the monster free of chains.
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Dream
I haven’t done this prompt in a while but I’m trying to get back to writing regularly and want to incorporate it.
Add Coffee
It’s day three. I still have not had coffee. My husband, my loving, sweet, honorable husband has had beer.
Of course.
“We’re in Germany!” So he had beer.
I poked at my half eaten fish and stared daggers through him. I told myself I wouldn’t sleep until I came up with the perfect revenge; until I could wipe that smug look away. He thought he found the perfect out.
He drank while watching the football game.
“It’s tradition! We’re supposed to!”
That was day two of our stupid pact.
Oh, but today is day three. Today is MY day.
And there is nothing my sweet, loving husband hates more than history.
Lucky me, Frankfurt Cathedral offers a three hour tour, chock full of history and led by the most boring priest.
“We have to go! The history! But I think I’ll have some coffee to stay awake.”
For What Pegman Saw. This weeks location is Frankfurt, Germany.
Word Count: 147
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Pinterest Dreams
“Six … I count six broken dreams …”
“Oh my god Jerry! They’re just watering cans! I’m gonna put flowers in them.” Zan thrust a faded can into her boyfriend’s hands. “Saw it on pinterest; such a great way to spend a Saturday.”
Jerry looked down at their toddler son. Last time Zan ‘saw it on pinterest’ the family had to dress as zoo animals for pictures.
“This is what you do for love kiddo.” He whispered.
“Oh look! Here’s a yellow one!” Zan clasped her hands and gasped. “It has a bluebird!”
“Seven … I count seven …”
Word Count: 99
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