“Martha! Time to get up!”
A teenage girl groans and tries to pull the covers over her head. “I don’
wanna go ‘o school.”
“Martha! Up now!”
Martha groans again but rolls out of bed, bare feet landing on the cold
wooden floor. “I’m up, Mom!”
“About blessed time.”
Martha sighs and begins to get ready for school.
An old man walks outside with a book in his hand. He sits down on the
rocking chair on his porch and smiles, watching the street slowly become busy
with morning joggers and children on their way to school. “Nothing really
changes does it, Rose?” he says quietly, looking up at the sky. He chuckles,
opens his book, and settles in to read for the day.
A pair of boys sneak out of their respective classrooms and off of the school
campus. Upon seeing each other, they smile and take each other’s hands. Together
they walk down the street and talk about their plans for the future. They stop at a
picnic table overlooking a valley, and one kisses the other’s cheek.
A group of children travels through space, battling with creatures that most
would balk at and exploring strange new worlds. Screams, laughter, and called
orders can be heard from almost every corner of the park, causing the adults
who frequent it to shake their heads with fond smiles. They remember the days
they too fought horrible creatures in space.
A mother picks up her children’s toys. The house is empty this time of day.
Her husband’s at work saving lives, and her children are at school, learning the
seemingly unnecessary skills of math and reading. She catches a glimpse of
her reflection in the mirror and flashes herself a smile.
A single father runs his hands through his hair as he stares down at the bills
he has no hope of paying any time soon. “Papa?” He turns and looks at his tiny
daughter, her head tilted to one side.
“Hey, there, pumpkin,” he says, sliding down to the floor in front of her.
“How’s it going?”
“Pway!” His daughter chants, bouncing on her feet with her arms in the air.
“Pway!”
He chuckles and picks her up. “Here comes Wonder Woman to the rescue!”
His daughter squeals with laughter.
A young teen digs through the trash in hopes of finding some freshly disposed
of food to fill his growling stomach. He is unsuccessful. He places his hands in his
pockets and goes to leave the park in search of a better place to hunt.
“You hungry?”
He turns to find a woman holding out a freshly made burger. “Here you go, lad.
Eat up.” She passes him the burger and rejoins her family.
He smiles and eats. His stomach is full for the first time in weeks.
The wind howls. It tosses the sand into the air and scatters it through the
silent street. There are no voices. There are no squeals of laughter. The houses
are empty. The street abandoned.No one has ever lived here. No one has ever
dared.
April 2018 Short Story Prompt- A Whole New World: A story that challenges perspective. Final word count 513. Final screenshot count 8.