FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - CHOOSE ME! - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

CHOOSE ME!

            “Choose me,” moaned the Blue Door.  “The world owes you a living.  You will be alone and depressed, but chemicals will keep you high.  You will exit life quickly, without leaving a trace.”

            “Choose me!”  Declared the White Door. “You will be safe in the hollow of conformity, replete with peace and tranquillity. You will prosper, with grandchildren and garden parties.  The earth will never move beneath you.”

            “Choose me!” Cried the Red Door.  “You will have a life of passion, adventure and adversity; breathtaking highs and awesome lows. You may wind up broke, but you will have truly lived.”

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - LATE AGAIN - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

LATE AGAIN

            Hank watched the Gramps shout from the shop’s door.

            “Marge, tell Amanda to hurry up!”

            Hank couldn’t hear anything, but his sensors registered unusual activity in the Gramps’ brain, “Haste only makes waste, Harvey. There’s no rushing our Amanda.”

            The Gramps leaned on his stick, mumbling. “I always said she’d be late for her own wedding.”

            Then he started weeping. “If only I hadn’t made her rush home from school that day, Amanda would still be alive.”

            “ Cut!” Hank yelled from the control booth. “Kill the module. Send the Gramps Android back to Tech.  Too much human memory left!”

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - WRETCHED REFUSE - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

WRETCHED REFUSE

            “Are you sure we have enough cement in there?”

            “For cryin’ out loud, I’ve been doin’ this for years.”

            “Uncle Frank will be furious if his package winds up back at Red Hook.”

            “Would you quit being a baby and hand me that rope?”

            “Rope, too?”

            “Yeah, the duck tape gets water logged. Nylon rope lasts forever.  Help me hoist her overboard now.”

            “Sheesh, she’s heavy.”

            “That’s the point, knucklehead.”

            “Shouldn’t we say a prayer or something?”

            “I hope you’re kidding. Oh no, don’t start crying. You hated your Aunt Rosa!”

            “Yeah, but she made the best damn meatballs.”

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - ROCHELLE'S MUSEUM - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

ROCHELLE’S MUSEUM

            “We have a museum.” Declared Rochelle, as we clumped home in our playsuits.  We were allowed outside for one hour each day.

            She opened a heavy door in their storeroom. 

            “It’s beautiful!”

            I couldn’t tell her how sad it made me.

            Wolf Creek was 100 miles away, but when the tornado hit the Power Plant, it spun these radioactive toys all the way to Kansas City.

            Rochelle’s and my dad were ‘pessimists’.  They built lead-lined storm shelters beneath our homes on Stateline Road.

            Later, in Hazmat suits, they collected the memories of the dead children, sealing them behind leaded glass.

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - UNION STATION TODAY - MY 100 WORDS - BY LINDA PALUND

UNION STATION TODAY

            “Jeez, will you look at that!”

            It’s hard to move quickly inside a Hazmat Suit, but when I managed to fumble my way through the opening Jack had blown for us, I had to catch my breath.  Which is also very difficult in these suits.

            With Global warming, the tornadoes became more frequent in Maryland until they finally decimated the Lusby Nuclear Power Plant, sending deadly radiation on favourable winds straight to DC. 

            The evacuation was a farce, only the President’s plane made it out safely.  The remaining terrified residents barricaded themselves inside Union Station.

            That was 50 years ago.

• Historical Footnote:
• In 1961, as a testament to the strength of the Station's design and construction, a civilian firm surveying the Washington, DC area buildings determined that Union Station could serve as a fallout shelter for hundreds on an extended basis and thousands in an emergency. One key location was a deep, heavily pillared storage area originally designated as a swimming pool and steam room for affluent railroad patrons.

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - REPORT FROM PLANET EARTH - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

Report From Planet Earth

             “0002 calling Base.”

            “Proceed, 0002. Have you anything to report?”

            “Neither flora nor fauna have survived.  No architectural works remain.”

            “0003 reports a structure north of you.  They are sending an image through now.”

            “Yes, I see it.  I cannot speculate to its purpose.  Give me 0003”

             “This is 0003.  We have found an asymmetrical stone structure. A petrified specimen of Flora attached.”

            “Can you determine the structure’s purpose?”

            “A burial ground exists alongside.  We calculate the structure served as a prison or internment camp.”

            We cosmic archaeologists have difficulty determining context in artefacts left behind on such desolate planets.

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - THE 'CAR' - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

The ‘Car’

            “Is that a ‘car’?”

            “Yes, Girlie, it is a car!”

            “I didn’t know there were any left.” 

            “This one’s been trapped under that tree.  It’s a Japanese model.  If there’s fuel in the tank, we can drive back to civilization.”

             “Japanese! Are you sure this isn’t a Fujiwara trap?”

             George ran a scan. 

            “There’s fuel in the tank.  It’s our only option, since your Space Folding System crashed."

           I zapped the branches delicately off the car with my spitfires. I had no idea how to drive the thing, but George is an R7 Series Robot.  He can literally do anything!

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - TINY DANCER - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDA PALUND

Tiny Dancer

            She had spun herself back to the 21^st century, knowing full well that time travel made me sick.  She thought she could escape in time, but a little nausea wasn’t going to stop me.

            “Sima! What the hell are you doing?”

            “Oh, Girlie! Look at me! I can spin and spin!”

            Sima, our ‘Simulacrum’, the latest AI product from Peachy Keen, had self-realization issues.   “I’m too damn perfect to be anyone’s toy.  I gotta be free, Girlie, free!” 

            The 21^st Century ‘normals’ hadn’t noticed her, but my special lenses kept her in focus. The poor kid didn’t have a chance.

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - THE KILLER BEE AND ME - My 100 Words by LindaPalund

          THE KILLER BEE AND ME

      "How the hell are we going to get that thing back home?" 

      "Relax, Girlie.  Remember,  I'm the brains of this outfit."

       It was true. When the R7 Robots came in from the cold, George became my partner. I supplied the 'Two Gun Girlie' brawn and George supplied the R7 Robot brains.

      "What's your plan?"

      "I'll jump on it's back and Zap it with your Stungun.  You grab its leg and Flip us back to the Hanger."

       It's a good thing R7's are indestructible, because as soon as George pounced, that Bee took him for a ride George will never forget!

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS - THE VIEW FROM PLANET 9 - MY 100 WORDS BY LINDAPALUND

        THE VIEW FROM PLANET 9

          I promised George, the Laboratory's R7 Series Robot, that I would visit Planet 9 to see how his brothers were faring.   Since completing their project for Peachy Keen Technologies, the Robots had become despondent, even suicidal.          

          Exiled, they had lost the human companionship they required to fulfil their remit. They no longer had any useful function to perform. 

          How could I tell George we were too late? The exiled R7s had self destructed before I got here. All that remained of them floated within the hydrogen and nitrogen particles that make up the atmosphere of this beautiful, but lonely planet.

                       END

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