Sci Fi
Vaccinating A Village
The ride was bumpy. The skies, cloudy. His mood, sour. And the tea, well it had already spilled on his trousers a few moments back. Wasn't a pleasant start for a healthcare worker you may presume. He felt the same. Trying to calm his nerves. He could do nothing about the potholes, nor could he do anything about the spilled tea. But he can look outside of his car window and watch the sun play peekaboo with the clouds. And he did that. Imagining the infinite layer of fluffy clouds taking various shapes, faces of dragons, of people, some of which he seemed to know, while some totally random. For a moment he was transported to childhood, days when he and his cousins ran through those narrow alleyways, searching for the kite which seemed to disobey them and fly on its own, to places unknown. They did find the kite they searched for, but some days they searched for the kite which could take them flying in the sky along with it. The winds would caress their faces as they shall soar through the cotton of clouds and travel around the world. That thought remained a dream.
By somsubhra banerjee5 years ago in Fiction
Bagged
It’s in the bag When thinking over my therapeutic relationship with Mrs. Howell, I realized she made feel like I was favorite client; She’d helped me focus on the providence, that a job lost, was an opportunity gained. I was seeking life-coaching for an unscheduled career change. It wasn’t long before I realized every client probably felt the way I did about Mrs. Howell. By their 4th counseling session with her. Their confidence was unseated just as sure as mine was, by the mystery package session. A session where introduction to the brown paper wrapped box and bag were made. She literally said, Cassie Dearborn, meet Mystery Gift. ‘Huh’ was all I said, out loud. My inside voice: "Only way I’m interacting with brown bags and boxes like we are besties. is if I I’m hyperventilating and if that bag doesn’t work, I’ll be in tight with the box, but to be carrying on a conversation with either? Nah.
By Lesha Powell5 years ago in Fiction
brown package
She looked at the photo of the house that she stood in now, it had been the place of many ghosts & a necklace that in turn destroyed their team. Her teammates expected to have another assessment to distract themselves with, but none came, and a couple weeks ago they were told if they did not find one more person, the shoulders would not be sending them any more assignments. something about having as many people in your team as the record says. So they had put out a sign for a new partner on the job board at the only cafe still open in the middle of town. But who knew if that would catch anyone's eyes as Josphine had made the poster which meant it was delicately made but then again , the poster might be too frilly for an agent.
By Victorian Black 5 years ago in Fiction
We Have to Eat
We Have to Eat It was still the four of us when we came to the Settlement. We hadn’t found anything naturally edible in the months since the Blast. There was nothing left—no animals, no vegetation, nothing. We fed ourselves on the increasingly scarce canned and packaged foodstuffs we found wandering around from one abandoned town to another. The last day I saw my mother and younger brother, we hadn’t eaten in almost five days, the longest we’d ever gone.
By Jennifer Haynes5 years ago in Fiction
