Saturday, 25 October 2014

The Field



I woke up in the field.

I looked around, trying to find someone, anyone. Failing that, a landmark, a building, even just a hill or valley.

But all I could see was the field of flowers, pale red tulips in all directions, as far as I could see.

I looked at where I had been laying, but couldn’t find it, there was no outline, flowers stood all around me.

I jumped and landed on my back, and felt the flowers crush beneath me.

I got up, and saw not one flower was damaged.

I ran.

I fell.

I woke again.

Friday, 24 October 2014

Rock Naming



It was a tall pillar of stone overlooking the valley that had developed over millennia. It had several names, over time.

To the original inhabitants, it was Where The Sky And Ground Birthed The Storm Goddess.

To the colonizers, it was The Tall Finger Rock.

To the settlers, it was McGillian’s Point.

To the developers, it was Golden Rock Point.

To the teenagers, it was ‘The Main Street’

To the police, it was Suicide Point #53.

To the historians, it was Tall McGillian’s Point.

To the planetary invaders, it was a good vantage point to put a plasma cannon array.

Thursday, 23 October 2014

Your Starter For 10…



It was the one fact she couldn’t remember.

As she was led onto the quiz show set, she kept going back to her boyfriend’s sessions with her, drilling popular culture into her head.

Anything she had deemed worthy she already knew, but to win big she’d need pop culture facts as well. But for some reason, she couldn’t recall how many seasons ‘Dark Space Limit’ had.

If this were a story, that would be the final question and she’d lose everything.

But this wasn’t a story.

It was near the start, and just cost her a trip to South America.

Wednesday, 22 October 2014

Gold Medal Performance



I left the party early, as my room was on the other side of the Winter Games village. When I entered the elevator, she was already there. She glanced at me and noticed the gold medal around my neck.

“Sport?” she asked in an almost stereotypical German accent.

“Curling.”

She looked confused.

“They give medals in hairdressing?”

I laughed, she didn’t. After a moment, I noticed the two official carry cases in her hand.

“What you win yours in then?”

“Deception, impersonation.”

“They give medals in those?”

“Not directly.”

I only worked out what she meant when I sobered up.

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

The Unbeatable Record



For centuries, it remained as the one record that could never conceivably be challenged.

No matter how much faster, stronger, tougher people got, at the end of the day, he was just a freak of nature. No-one had come close to swimming right around the world before him, and after him, there was a marked continuance of no-one getting close to it.

His body was perfectly suited to the task, he trained hard, and while it took him weeks, he did it. Legitimately, honestly, fairly.

Just a shame it was before civilisation had developed and thus no-one knew about it.

Monday, 20 October 2014

Double Time



I enjoyed my four day weekend, sure, but I was also eager to return to the office, now that my creative batteries were recharged.

However, the moment I stepped onto my floor, I could smell something… Off. It was subtle, a hint of something disgusting, but not enough to make me retch or anything.

After opening a few doors, I found him in one of the lesser used waiting rooms. Wearing the bright spandex tights of a bike courier, he tried to stand up.

“You were here since Thursday?” I guessed. He nodded, weakly. “Why?”

“Last… thirty-six hours… triple-double-triple time…”

Sunday, 19 October 2014

Boat On The River



His name was not known across the lands.

Instead, his name was known across the waters. Because while most anyone could make a crude pole, and most carpenters could make a decent oar, Baroma’s poles and oars were, unquestionably, the best in the world.

He made them for people all over the world, and thus his daughters (because even a craftsman has more than one interest) got used to dealing in many different currencies.

But one customer always paid in bags of ancient coins in small currencies.

Because after all, what else is Styx’s ferryman going to spend money on?