I was holding the file when Walt entered my office.
“Doug, you’re not dressed! C’mon, man, it’s time to go!”
Walt looked like he’d stepped out of the early 1960s: crew cut, black-framed glasses, dark suit, a thin blue tie.
“I see you’re ready.”
“We’re all ready – except you. We’re waiting for you!”
“I’m not going,” I said gently. “Go without me. You’ll be fine.”
“What are you talking about? We can’t do this without you!”
“You can. You must! I’m depending on you. My place is here, with my family. Go, while the window is open.”
Walt didn’t budge.
“Go! It will close soon, and so will our hopes!”
He left then, without a backward glance.
“Good luck, Walt,” I whispered. I stared at the name on the file I held: WORMWOOD.
***
I pulled up to the cabin where my ex-wife and daughter live. Work had been the reason for our divorce. Jeanie said it consumed me.
Switching off the ignition, I inhaled the sweet night air. The porch light came on, and Jeanie stood in a pool of light, peering out into the darkness.
“Doug… is that you?”
I got out of the car and walked slowly to the porch. “Yes, Jeanie, I’ve come to talk with you.”
I sat down on the step and my seven-year old burst through the front door.
“Daddy!”
Her tiny arms encircled my neck. Any calmness I’d felt these past months then deserted me and I began weeping.
“Daddy, are you crying?”
Jeanie noticed. “Cathy, go inside, watch TV. Let me talk to Daddy.”
Reluctantly, I released her, wiping my tears with the palms of my hands. When Cathy was inside, Jeanie sat down.
“What’s wrong, Doug?”
“Everything…” The story poured out, how months earlier we’d discovered a meteor half the size of Earth, hurtling toward our planet. Disasters? I’d seen some big ones in my time, but this one… this one was huge.
“Can’t anything be done?”
“That theory I’d been working on… about windows opening and closing…”
“Yes, portals to different points in time. But that was a theory, right?”
“Not anymore. Jeanie, we need time to figure out how to divert the meteor’s trajectory, and time is the one thing we don’t have. Tonight a team of scientists is traveling back to 1964. That gives them fifty years to figure things out.”
“Will it work?”
“I hope so… it’s all we’ve got.”
“When will the meteor hit?”
I reached for her hand. “Soon… dawn…”
Stunned, she stared at me. “And if the team is successful?”
“We won’t remember any of this. We’ll never have had this conversation.”
“And if they’re not?”
“It won’t matter then, will it?”
She was silent for a moment. “What do we do until then?”
“I think you, me and Cathy… I think we should enjoy this beautiful night. Let’s gaze at the stars, let’s believe there’s a tomorrow.”
Jeanie rested her head against my shoulder, and we both looked up at the slowly brightening sky.
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Word Count: 500
Author’s Note: This week’s tale is written in response to a challenge to write a 500-words or less story utilizing the phrase, ‘I’d seen some big ones in my time, but this one… this one was huge.’ You can check out these weekly flash fiction challenges hosted by ThainInVain here.
Hey Kate, this was great. Really captivating.
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Thanks, Staci! I’m glad you enjoyed it.
I think you may be right, Kathy… that was a little hint!
I think the scientists did not succeed in their mission. The sky was brightening–at night.
Another winner, Kate. š
This was enjoyable, I’m glad I clicked on the link to this blog. It escalated quickly, went somewhere different from what I initaially expected. I liked the final sentence too. Great stuff., will keep an eye out for more of your writing. š
Thanks! Glad you enjoyed. š
Absolutely! I’d be happy to do so. š
I love time travel and potential paradoxical stories. Great!
Hi Mark, glad you enjoyed the flash fiction! Like you, I love time travel tales, and the situations conceivably set in motion by traveling through time.
I read PARADOX last night and greatly enjoyed it.
For those who don’t know, Mark’s books can be found on Amazon. Here’s a link:
http://www.amazon.com/Mark-Gardner/e/B008LHJVAY/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_10?qid=1403109496&sr=1-10
Ooh ooh! ::gesticulates wildly:: please leave a review!
Tell you what – can you wait til the weekend? I’m happy to review on Amazon and on my blog.
Yep! Thanks in advance. Are you interested in reviewing an advance copy of “Escape?” It’s about 9500 words.
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WOW!
THANKS! š
Wow. You have made me proud. That was awesome. The sky was brightening. He should have gone with them. Well done, my friend. Lucy
If I made you proud, Lucy, than I’m a happy woman because I have tremendous respect for your writing (not to mention your discernment in the books you read). I think you picked up on what happened at the end of the story… š
What a unique take on the prompt! You really developed your characters and plot in such a short piece! Excellent work on this one, Kate! TiV
Thanks, TiV! I appreciate the kind words! š I am really behind… I need to go and check out your take as well as the other participants. I’ll get to it this week, for sure.
You’re welcome!! And it can get a tad kooky around here!!
Great, great story. You left me hanging? I want to know what happened!!
Hi Noelle, as I was writing this story I kept thinking, ‘Darn, I’d really like to make this a longer story.’ I would have liked to speak of the team’s origin, of the problems between Jeanie and Doug, and – of course – what happened as dawn approached. There’s a bit of a hint in the last sentence…
Really liked this! Especially cool that, in a story this short, you had two compelling scenes.
Thanks, Juan! Glad you enjoyed! š
Ok. So I’ll wait a week of so, and if I don’t evaporate in a superheated ball of meteor, flame and nastiness, then I shall presume the time-travel mission to have been a success.
And if it’s not too much to ask; could the team bring me back a few first edition Beatles records please?
Actually, the team did change things. Remember when everyone thought Paul was dead? I have it on good authority that he was – until the team went back in time and saved him from being smothered by a large group of teenage girls…
What? Paul? Could they not have saved John and George instead? They were way cooler.
The problem was that one of the team’s members had a teenage girl who lusted after Paul, so he had to save Paul. Sort of lays to rest finally all that stuff about ‘Paul is dead’ back in the day. š
Pah! Girls…
Beautiful, Kate. What a wonderful response to the prompt!
Will the team who’ve been sent back in time be able to avert disaster or will this be the final night that Doug will spend with his loved ones?
Excellent work! ā¤
Thanks, Heather! You gave us a prompt that could be taken in a variety of ways; I decided to go the sci-fi route with it. I’m glad you liked it! ā¤
I did, I enjoyed it very much š
oh wow Jules Verne(sic) himself would glued to this story š
Thanks, Andy! What a lovely compliment! š
Thank you for sharing your thoughts! š
That made me grin. My husband, hearing that, would say, ‘Geez, try to stop her! It won’t ever happen!’ š
Oh, sure, make my story look trite and amateurish with your awesome, amazing story. I see how it is! š
Ha, as if that would be possible! No way could your work ever look trite or amateurish. Those two words are not in the dictionary when it comes to you.
Oh, do stop trying to make me blush. š
You look good in scarlet.
Reblogged this on Foil & Phaser.
Thanks for the reblog! š