Somewhere near Tau Ceti

ubinstein_cleo
***

“I’ve had enough of your sour puss today, Avril.  So, the murder didn’t go right.  We will have another chance.  Listen, he’ll be treading mortal water soon enough.”

“But the play, Blair?  What about Infant Sky?  How do I get that produced?  I just know it will make a big splash in the cosmos, but with him out of the picture, I might as well give up.”

“Avril, you are such a prophet of doom.  You typically spoil my good time.”

“Well, you’re a money-grubbing sophist, Blair.”

“Really?  Well, you add paint to the washing machine of my avarice, Avril.  And another thing….”

“Whoa. You want to translate that for me, Blair?”

“Emil, do not get in the middle of this.”

“In the middle of what, Blair? The two of you are talking out your asses as far as I can tell.”

“Well…Blair and I are….”

“Actually, Avril, I don’t want to know. The two of you are on shift in less than six hours.  Both of you go get some rest.  And I mean it.  You, Avril, are on the roster tomorrow night as Cosmic Archaeologist.  Should I assume you are not prepared?”

“Bite me, Emil.”

“Well said, Avril. Let’s go get some sleep.  See you later, Emil.”

“Chester, I don’t know how much longer I can handle those two. Why do we have to take volunteers on these little jaunts?”

“Government sponsors, that’s why and you know it.  We’re not exactly rolling in pesos, Emil.  We can’t even purchase credits.  We’d have to win some kind of galactic lottery in order to stay solvent. And this time around, we only got ourselves two volunteers instead of the usual four.  The only reason we’re still in business is because of the planetary heritage laws.  We’re historical artifacts.”

“Artifacts belong in a museum, Chess.  Are you telling me that they’ll put us in a frigging museum?”

“If we’re lucky enough, Emil. Listen, that Avril comes from big pesos and that honey, Blair, is not far behind her.  Be a little more respectful, Emil.”

“I’ll respect their pesos, Chess.”

“By the way, Emil.  Where are Cosmo and Cybil?”

“Where do you think?  Every chance they get they’re at it.”

“They’re gonna hurt themselves, Emil.  Tell them I need to see them. I don’t care if you interrupt them, just get them here.”

Emil Douser was the production liturgist for the group known as, Words without Borders, a facsimile ensemble of the Sappho Guild.  In other words, they were a traveling theatrical group. Actors could be oversensitive and needed to be handled with a delicate touch.  And, you can believe there was nothing delicate about Emil.

Emil found Cosmo and Cybil in the Zero G lounge, aft of Hydroponics.  He stepped up to one of the observation windows and looked in.  The couple was at it again.  Emil turned on the intercom and shouted into it, ordering the two to see Chester Dupont, immediately.  Emil turned away and there was Blair standing less than a meter away, smiling like a Cheshire Cat.

“What is it, Blair?”

“Ever do it in Zero G, Emil?  It’s a real trip.  Want to take it for a spin?”

“What do you want, Blair?”

“It’s about Avril’s new format for tomorrow’s performance.”

“That again?  It’s not going to happen, Blair.”

“Please, just look at Avril’s format.  She has some great ideas that will draw a bigger audience. Please, Emil.”

“Okay, show me.”

“Avril’s in her quarters, you can look at it there and she can explain things to you.”

“Not that, Blair.  Show me what it’s like in Zero G.”

“Men are such pigs!”

Blair spun on her heel and started back down the passage way. Emil easily caught up with her, pulled her to him and whispered in her ear. Blair looked at him and smiled, and they turned around and headed back to the Zero G lounge.

Emil pulled open the air-lock hatch and both entered and waited for the signal to enter the lounge.  Blair walked through first…Emil heard a woman scream and knew it had to be Blair.  He charged into the chamber and found Blair hysterical.  All over the walls, the floor, the ceiling–an unimaginable amount of blood, tissue, hair, bone.  Emil’s first thought was the couple, Cosmo and Cybil, but something didn’t add up for Emil.   No time.  He had to get Blair out of there.  Emil grabbed her, scooped her in his arms and carried her outside the chamber. An alarm was going off and armed security pushed past him to the chamber.  Right behind them Cosmo and Cybil rushed to them, Cybil putting her arms around Blair, Cosmo speaking to him, showing concern. The only thing that Emil could see was the carnage in the chamber and his only thought: :  who the hell died in there?

Suddenly, all the lights on the ship went out.  Standing there in the darkness, security and crew yelling in the background, he heard Blair calmly say:

“We’re all going to die today....”

“No, we are not.  Okay, Avril, I know you’re on COM.  Turn the lights back on and I want to see you in front of me 30 seconds after your shift.  Get down here and clean up this mess.”

“Emil, listen, she just wanted you to see how the new format is interactive….”

“Blair, do not speak to me right now.  For your information, this is not theater.  This is murder, mayhem–the despicable side of humans.  This is not a Shakespearean sonnet….”

“Emil,  Emil, come in!”

“I don’t want to talk to you right now, Avril.”

“Listen to me.  I didn’t do all this.  I just planted some fake stuff  against the far wall.  Emil, this blood and stuff is real.  Emil, someone’s dead!  Emil….”

***
Inspiration Monday:  Mortal Water
Prompts:  Mortal Water, Words without borders, Infant Sky, Cosmic Archaeologist, Paint in the washing machine
Word Count:  <1000

***
Thanks to the  brilliant, Stephanie Orges for hosting Inspiration Monday at Be Kind Rewrite

Image

 

Advertisements
About

When I was a kid I wanted to be an "atomic" scientist. Not anything my mother expected of me. Well, I became a scientist, just not an atomic one.

Tagged with: , , ,
Posted in fiction, horror, humor, inspiration monday
5 comments on “Somewhere near Tau Ceti
    • Lucy says:

      Oh, you liked it. It had a totally different ending without blood, hair and bone, but I gave in to the gore. Thank you for liking it. Lucy

  1. Ooo. I guess experiments in interactive theater can go too far! Interesting world and concept!

    • Lucy says:

      Thanks. I’m glad you didn’t throw any paint into the washing machine. I’ve been wading in mortal water all day. Ha Ha. I love your prompts. Lucy

Seriously, tell me what you think

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

IMAGINATION WILL OFTEN CARRY US TO WORLDS THAT NEVER WERE. BUT WITHOUT IT WE GO NOWHERE.
Carl Sagan

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 154 other followers

Follow Sapient Chronicles on WordPress.com
Categories
Archives
Follow Sapient Chronicles on WordPress.com
Copyright Notice

© [Lucy Conrad] and [Sapient Chronicles], [2015-2016]. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to [Lucy Conrad] and [Sapient Chronicles] with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

August 2014
M T W T F S S
« Jul   Sep »
 123
45678910
11121314151617
18192021222324
25262728293031

100 POSTS 9/08/14

Follow Sapient Chronicles on WordPress.com
Blog Stats
  • 4,260 hits
Legal Stuff

Creative Commons License
The Sapient Chronicles by Lucy Conrad is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
Based on a work at conradlucy.wordpress.com.
Permissions beyond the scope of this license may be available at conradlucy.wordpress.com.

YeahWrite

Where your words matter.

Mrs Reckless Writes

Fiction, Almost-Truths & Not-Poetry

Bradscribe

A fine WordPress.com site

Habitat for Heavy Hearts

Small, Thoughtful Moments

Cognitive Reflection

Random Thoughts and Musings from London Town

Claire Fuller

Writing and art

Live to Write - Write to Live

We live to write and write to live ... professional writers talk about the craft and business of writing

Notes Tied On The Sagebrush

Writing About Life

BOOKING IT

Debra's Excellent Adventures in Reading and Travel

countingducks

reflections on a passing life

Hangaku Gozen

For we cannot tarry here, We must march my darlings

Anne Higa

Out-of-this-World Fantasy Author

bekindrewrite

write unto others as you would have them write unto you

This is Another Story

About life, fantasy, and everything in between

castelsarrasin

The work and activities of a writer/bargee

Yarnspinnerr

Just Fiction and other things that seem fictitious.

Odyssey of a Novice Writer

Aspiring novelist. Avid reader of fiction. Reviewer of books. By day, my undercover identity is that of meek, mild-mannered legal assistant, Kate Loveton, working in the confines of a stuffy corporate law office; by night, however, I'm a super hero: Kate Loveton, Aspiring Novelist and Spinner of Tales. My favorite words are 'Once upon a time... ' Won't you join me on my journey as I attempt to turn a hobby into something more?

First Night Design

Art, Design, Theatre, Literature, History, Food, Laughter ...

Enchanted Seashells by Princess Rosebud

Beguiling pearls of wit, wisdom, and whimsy-with attitude

The Zombie Blog

Surviving The Zombie Apocalypse

Ray Ferrer - Emotion on Canvas

** OFFICIAL Site of Artist Ray Ferrer **

Don Charisma

because anything is possible with Charisma

Hacker.Ninja.Hooker.Spy.

Some mistakes are too good not to share

Ben's Bitter Blog

"We make bitter better."

belsbror

Simple Living

Leaning on the Son

Inspired by Faith, Hope, Love and Him

Capture You Photography

Texas Style Portraits

Flamingo Dancer's Blog

If I am a goddess why are my feet stuck in the trenches?

Ned's Blog

Humor at the Speed of Life

Adventures in Wonderland

a pilgrimage of the heart

The Brantley Blog

In the eyes of the law, we reach adulthood the day we turn 18 years old. God help anyone who actually believes that.

Pouring My Art Out

Ripping out my guts for your entertainment

The Daily Post

The Art and Craft of Blogging

Mostly Bright Ideas

Some of these thoughts may make sense. But don't count on it.

A slight obsession with books

Reading and Fibrecrafts

Bad Anemone Press

Science is Funny by Dr. Jim Garvey

Thain in Vain

Flash Fiction Writer

The WordPress.com Blog

The latest news on WordPress.com and the WordPress community.

%d bloggers like this: