SF Read of the Week/Writing Challenge
200 pages of reading for school + massive volume of submissions to Apodis anthology + 18 hours of work over the past two days + infection from wisdom teeth operation = Argh!
I had no time to look around the web this week, so no RotW.
Writing challenge (one I'm blatantly stealing from elsewhere - actually, part of a contest I once took part in): You receive a letter and all that's inside is a blade of grass. Why? Keep it under 100 words, and it doesn't have to be SF this week.
Have fun. See you Monday.
I had no time to look around the web this week, so no RotW.
Writing challenge (one I'm blatantly stealing from elsewhere - actually, part of a contest I once took part in): You receive a letter and all that's inside is a blade of grass. Why? Keep it under 100 words, and it doesn't have to be SF this week.
Have fun. See you Monday.
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Mate, you've had a hard week!
You have indeed - is the grass change from The Gardener?
I knew before opening the envelope what would be in it. It felt empty, so then I knew; and my heart leapt.
It was a standing joke, the erotic power of grass. We had first made love by the river, and I had always ascribed it to the grass, rather than my own abilities at seduction.
From then it became a symbol of lust. A blade of grass and she was mine.
We fell in love, we fell out of love, we moved on.
That was three years ago. Now this - a token of return; an invitation; a future.
It was so quaint to receive an actual letter that I found myself disproportionately touched. The last one I’d received had been from my grandfather just before he embarked on the Mars Jump. He’d passed away on the inbound.
He had been my whole world.
Today's letter was almost weightless.
I opened it and was overwhelmed with what I found. I smiled, cried, and then slept for the rest of the afternoon, dreaming of better times.
The next day I felt re-born.
White paper, into which a single blade of deep red grass had been folded.
Grass from Mars.
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