Friday Fictioneers – Solar Storm

Every week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (thank you, Rochelle!) hosts a flash fiction challenge, to write a complete story, based on a photoprompt, with a beginning, middle and end, in 100 words or less. Post it on your blog, and include the Photoprompt and Inlinkz on your page. Link your story URL. Then the fun starts as you read other peoples’ stories and comment on them!

PHOTO PROMPT © DALE ROGERSON

Solar Storm

Demetrios could have wept at the sight of Miseon, shaking with fatigue after her second six-hour spacewalk in twenty-four hours. Sixty was too old for such brutal labour, but everyone on Space Station L1 was working double shifts. Extra protection against radiation was essential.

All pregnant women had been flown to the Lunar Base; the rest of the colonists would have to endure the biggest solar storm ever.

Demetrios held Miseon gently.

“We’ve done all we can,” he murmured.

Miseon pushed him. “Go in the command area. It’s safer. It’s your duty!”

“No. My place is with you,” he said.

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What Pegman Saw – Dangerous Mission

“What Pegman saw” is a weekly challenge based on Google Streetview. Using the location provided, you must write a piece of flash fiction of no more than 150 words. You can read the rules here. You can find today’s location on this page, from where you can also get the Inlinkz code. This week’s prompt is Roswell, New Mexico.

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Roswell, New Mexico | © Google Maps

Dangerous mission

The two Hirluin stood quietly to honour their murdered colleague.

“Paava paid a high price, but her life was honourable,” said Taavu, placing his hand on Nim’s shoulder. Tears coursed down Nim’s face.

“I don’t mourn her life, but the pointlessness of her death. We are no threat. Why do these creatures take every chance to kill us?”

Taavu found nothing to say. He felt sick when he tried to imagine the hatred and fear these beings must experience to be able to kill so casually. He shuddered to think they would soon have interstellar travel.

Nim knelt and kissed his dead wife on the forehead. He activated the portal to return her body to Hirdl, and Paava was gone.

It was time to grieve. Tomorrow’s attempt to communicate with the lifeform of Sol III would be more urgent.

The patience of the Galactic Council was great but not infinite.