Phew! I've just about managed to get this in this week before I'm too tired to concentrate. The last two weeks have just raced by and so have the prompts for this blog hop.
But here I am this week, rushing it at the end to hand it in before the deadline ticks round. You'll have to bear with my entry this week, it's still fairly rough around the edges, but something is still better than nothing.
So, as usual the rules are:
- use the photo prompt
- use the five words given
- do not exceed 500 words
- post your entry before the following Wednesday
- link up with the wonderful hosts
- check out the other contributions
- have fun!!!
This weeks photo:
This weeks words: bill, chisel, title, system, bicycle
Our lovely hosts: Carrie Sorenson at Chasing Revery, Nicole Pyles at The World of My Imagination
And my contribution:
Something for Nothing
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The weather system
had been malfunctioning for months now, and Sylvia was coming to the
end of her patience with it. In the beginning, it had been wonderful
being able to control the weather, but the warranty on it must have
been running out or something because all it seemed to do now was
break down. It wasn't so bad when they'd had the heat of summer for
six months, although that too began to wane towards the end of it. It
was no fun riding a bicycle
to work when it made you sweat out of every pore before you'd even
arrived.
Of
course, nobody was allowed to make any complaints about it. She
remembered the debates had raged for years before it was decided to
take the technology on, it was to be the saviour of mankind in the
face of the devastation brought on by the changing climate. So many
bills had been passed
to make way for its construction, it's a wonder it went into
operation at all.
Then
there was a spate of deaths surrounding the final months of
construction. It had fallen behind schedule and there was one last
push to get it out on time. The men who sat up in their sky high
offices, wearing their expensive suits and carrying their fancy
titles, sacrificed
the lives of too many men in order to reach their ambitious targets.
They all but forgot about the people doing the actual work, the
chisels and the
hammers as they called them. All that became of them were statistics.
But
Joey hadn't been a statistic to Sylvia. He'd been a loving father and
husband, a hard worker who'd do anything he could to help out for the
greater good. At least that's what he used to call it. She thought he
should concentrate on doing more good nearer to home, with his
family. He'd been away for weeks at a time working on the project,
and the last time he'd come home it had been the shortest of visits,
just a day and a night before he had to return.
She
felt like her heart had been ripped from her chest the day she'd got
the news, the day he became 'just a statistic'. She didn't care what
the weather did now, all it was to her was a reminder of what she'd
lost. And it worked so well, or so she thought, that his efforts
seemed to have been for nothing.
Word
count: 419
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Glad you're back. :) Time does have a way of getting away from us.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great start to your rushed story. :) I wonder if Sylvia's bitterness about the weather machine is mostly due to Joey's death, or if there's really something else going on. These things rarely work out.
It's good to be back! Although the story came out in a rush on Tuesday I've been thinking about it all week and now a back story is forming.
DeleteI love this blog hop!
Wow! A machine that controls the weather? That is an awesome and unique story premise. I feel like it's something that could really come to fruition in our world, eventually. Along with all the politics and real life casualties.
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly intriguing, Heather. I'd challenge you to consider unpacking this into full-length story. It's wonderful!
Nicely done!
Thanks Leanne, I may just take you up on that challenge. The story has been floating around in my head ever since I posted it. I can feel some planning coming on this weekend.
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