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Author's Note
This is yet another part of a story that seems to be taking a grip of me and developing beyond its bounds as first a drabble, and then a flash fic. This part's another drabble, but I will be writing a follow up flash fic soon as well. :)
Alone
by Sophie
“A meeting,” they’d said, “on the ship to discuss the treaty.”
When they’d taken off with him still on board, Ata had yelled for an hour straight. He had then paced his ‘protective’ cell for a day, growling at the scientists who had told him he was ‘affected’. That night he’d not slept. By morning his limbs were leaden and he had collapsed. That is when time has become indistinct, sinking beneath the weight of loss for his shantai. Now, even breathing was difficult. They’d tried to help: medicines; machines; nothing stopped the pain. With every cell, Ata needed K.
When they’d taken off with him still on board, Ata had yelled for an hour straight. He had then paced his ‘protective’ cell for a day, growling at the scientists who had told him he was ‘affected’. That night he’d not slept. By morning his limbs were leaden and he had collapsed. That is when time has become indistinct, sinking beneath the weight of loss for his shantai. Now, even breathing was difficult. They’d tried to help: medicines; machines; nothing stopped the pain. With every cell, Ata needed K.
Flash fiction needs to develop into a full story. It has plot hidden in there, this is only the middle snippet of a longer story.
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