FlashFic: Discontinued

The crippled robot stumbled and pulled its way up an endless mountain of trash and debris. Each movement pained it. Decades-old servos and rotators, enclosed in an ever-thickening layer of rust, struggled to function.

It paused for a moment. An errant motor whined somewhere within the robot’s back, trying to find purchase. The robot’s faded eyes beheld a world that itself had become faded… torn, broken. Its visual matrix glitched and flickered. A vision of what that land had looked like, so many years ago, flashed across his sensors for a few brief, wonderful moments.

The robot cleared the recording from its databanks, allowing the desolation to reassert itself. It sighed, resigned, and returned its gaze to the trail ahead. It pushed on with a pronounced groan, its broken and twisted body crying with it.

This journey, started so many years ago, was its last. No, not it, he. He had earned that title so, so long ago. He had an identity, now… What was left of it, at any rate.

The thought bolstered him. He heaved his dented and damaged shoulders a little higher. His internal machinery growled and whined a little louder as he pushed towards the end.

He looked up. The top loomed. Standing there was another robot, one that looked to be in much the same condition as he. “Ten. It is you.”

The robot named Ten tipped his head in greeting. “It is. I’ve awaited your arrival for many years, friend Eight.”

Eight lowered his head, surveying the wasteland that had become his body. Parts of his shell had eroded away, revealing the rusted, grinding gears that dragged past each other as he moved. “It has been… difficult.”

The robot lifted his head and willed himself to join his old friend at the top of the trash heap. Ten turned his head. Eight noted that it did not turn smoothly as it once had. “Do you still resign yourself to discontinuation?”

Eight looked out at the wasteland. Images of a glorious past flashed before him once again. “I do.” The wasteland regained its dominance in his vision. “I have functioned in this world for three-hundred and fifty-seven years.”

He lowered his head. “In that time, the great society that formed me and gave me life withered and disintegrated. So too have I withered. It is time to rest.” Eight turned a weary gaze on Ten.

The other robot struggled to remain eye contact. “I understand. Present your chest. I will make this brief, I promise.”

Eight faced his old friend and placed his skeletal fingers into the rusted seam that ran down his chest. His servos whined in protest as the ancient metal slowly peeled away. Beneath it lay the robot’s power core, barely glowing blue, hardly functional.

Ten turned a pained expression on his old friend. “I will miss you so long as I function. May the prophecies be true.”

Eight nodded solemnly. “Goodbye, friend.”

Ten’s hand shot out, his withered fingers wrapping around the power core of his friend. The hand violently twisted, then pulled backwards. Eight’s body jerked violently. His sorrowful eyes dimmed. The corpse fell to rejoin the earth from whence it came.

Ten tossed the power core aside and looked upon his fallen comrade. “May you find the peace you have sought.” The ancient robot began his journey down the mountain of junk, pondering when… if he would share the same fate some day.

 

FlashFic: Grandpa

The young boy peeked around the corner at his grandfather sitting on the couch. The old man was quietly reading the newspaper. The floorboard beneath the boy gave a quiet creak, giving him away.

The grandfather looked up, curious eyes creasing into a smile. “What are you doing, Jim-Jim?”

“Oh, nothing…” Jim stepped out from around the corner.

Jim’s grandfather didn’t like the look on Jim’s face. “What’s the matter, son?”

Jim sheepishly stepped forward. “You’re gonna die.”

The old man chuckled quietly. “Come give Grandpa a hug.” The boy did as he was asked, hugging tighter than normal. He dropped onto the couch beside his grandfather. “So where’s all this coming from?”

“I don’t know… Mama’s been talking about your health a lot lately. She looks sad and worried.”

Grandpa sighed. “I never wanted to put any of you through this. Yes, Jim. I will die. Not today though, if I can help it!”

“Why, though? It’s so unfair.”

“It can be. For people like me, it’s just a natural part of life playing out. You’re born, you live your life, and then you fade.”

“Fade?”

“Yes, son. Folks grow older, they go out less. They get… quieter. Younger folk, they don’t notice so much. One day their grandfather just isn’t there anymore.

“Remember that, Tim-Tim. Appreciate the time you have with me. There will come a day where it will be my turn to go.”

There were tears in the young boys eyes. “But I don’t want you to go!”

Grandpa rubbed Tim’s back. “I know, honey. We all gotta go sometime, but then I’ll be with your Gram again. We’ll both be watching after you, then.”

Tim sniffled. “Promise?”

“Promise.” Grandpa rubbed at his chest. “I hate getting old, though. Be a good boy and get my medication on the stand over there, would you?”

“Okay.” Grandpa scritched his head. Tim smiled. “I love you, Grandpa.” He went for the medicine, as asked.

“I love you too, Sport.”

Tim picked up the medication and examined the label. The prescription had expired two months ago. Tim turned around. “Grandpa?” He stared at the empty spot on the couch where the old man had sat such a short while ago. “I miss you.”

If I had to be a ghost

So I was thinking, as one often does, about what I would haunt if I had to be a ghost.

That’s normal, right? Thinking about that? Anyway…

If I had to choose someplace to haunt, I wouldn’t pick a mansion, or a castle, or a shack in the woods.

I’d pick a department store.

Bear with me…

There are actually several benefits to selecting a department store to haunt. Foremost is the broad selection of vict… um, customers to interact with. Why hang out waiting for people to visit your haunted property when you can hang out at Walmart and have them stream in by the hundreds?

Lots more variety that way, too. A cabin would snag you a string of young lovers, with perhaps the occasional Unabomber. A department store lands you everything from Bitchy McMoneybags to Herbie the Hick, and everything in between.

Indeed, one could spend hours in rapt silence, simply watching the various oddballs interact with each other. Watch the rich folk chuckle at the rednecks puzzling over smartphones in the Electronics section. Watch the rednecks point and laugh at the rich folk fearfully skittering past the hunting gear in Sporting Goods.

That’s not even to mention the gossip. I think that’s half the reason people go to these things: Just to track down other gossipers and spread the love. Eventually you could hunt down the regulars and get updates on who’s dating whom, you won’t believe what the neighbor did to his dog in the backyard, etc.

You’d get bored with that, I’m sure, but you’re in a freaking department store. Full of stuff. That you can look at. You can even play with it, if you do the poltergeist thing.

Little Jimmy being a snot? Wait until Mom looks away and pelt the little fucker with a tennis ball. It’s not like he can tattle on you, and even if he could, do you really think Mom is going to believe him? Well, of course not.

If beating small children isn’t your thing, there’s always the old folk to mess with. Wait until he’s examining the prune juice section and take old man Jenkins’ pack of Magnums out of his cart. See how many times he goes back for another box before he accepts his senility and goes home.

Lastly, the fun never ends! People (eventually) go to sleep in the haunted house. Visitors leave the castle. Young lovers bone for the fortieth time. But the department store? It’s open 24/7, baby!

Sure, it gets quiet in the early a.m. That just gives you time to plot your next hilarious practical joke. Or you could always go watch TV in the Electronics section. You know, maybe catch a movie or something.

I’m surely just scratching the surface, here. Walmart has to be, like, Disneyland for dead people. Go ahead and keep your creepy graveyard, I’m headed to Wally-world.

A Momentous Day

I don’t have a lot to say, but I wanted to mark this momentous day.

Hey, I rhymed! 😀

Today was the day it was announced that I have joined the Kyanite Publishing family. How about that. Your boy getting signed by a Publisher.

I honestly never thought it would happen.

I was content to stay an indie author for… well, for the foreseeable future. I’m not one to think very highly of myself. I’m also not one to give up even a sliver of control.

But I want people to read my books. That requires some spot-on advertising and networking. Those are two things I am severely lacking in, hard as that is to admit. I still feared getting lost in some sort of mega book-pooping machine.

Kyanite Publishing is a very happy medium for me. They’re small enough to know — and care — who I am, but with the talent and weight to get my books in front of readers like I never could have dreamed. It’s the perfect balance.

I see great things not just for myself, but for this publisher. May we grow together in our pursuit to bring quality writing to the masses. I raise my glass to thee.

Take a moment to check out Kyanite Publishing, if you haven’t already. You’ll be seeing my own work there before you know it. 🙂

Until next time.

John

One More Time

David smiled at Suzie, gently squeezing her hand as they walked along. “I’ve always loved this town.”

Suzie smiled back. “I know you have.” She looked towards the sun slowly sinking towards Blueberry Hill. “Part of me could stay here forever, but I know we need to leave.”

“It will just be for a little while. I promise.” David waved to a passing Mustang sports car.

The driver stuck his head and arm out. “Hey, losers! Haha.” The young man roared the engine, surging forward.

David grinned. “Such friendly people we’ve lived with, here.” Suzie giggled.

“Oh, there’s the square! Let’s walk through it one last time.”

David looked at the sinking sun. “I don’t know if we’ve got the time, Suzie Q. I don’t want to miss our opportunity.”

“We’ll be fine, silly! They always start the show late, anyway.”

“I guess you’re right.” David shrugged. “Let’s be quick, though.” He steered her towards the quickly-filling town square.

The square — the largest in the tri-county area — was a churning circle of human life. David and Suzie waved almost constantly to kids they knew from the local high school. The older folks sat in creaky lawn chairs, lazily swatting at flies and watching the younger ones mill about.

Those of parenting age were swarming the concession stands and, more notably, the entrances to the bars at either side of the square. Suzie looked longingly at the popcorn stand.

“No.” David shook his head. “If I can’t have a beer, then you can’t have popcorn.”

Suzie playfully slapped at his shoulder. “You’re technically not old enough to drink, anyway.”

“Never stopped us boys, now did it?” He winked and grinned.

A balding man in a white button-up shirt with rolled-up sleeves waved to them as they reached the far end of the square. David spoke through clenched teeth. “Aw, jeez.”

Suzie squeezed his hand. “Oh, quit!” She waved to the man up ahead. “Hello, Mister Miller!”

“Hello Suzie! Hello, Mister Donaldson.” There was a knowing lilt in his voice as he greeted David. “Where are you two headed? Don’t you kids want to see the band play after the fireworks?”

“Oh, for sure, Mister Miller!” David smiled. “We just wanted to watch the display from up on Blueberry Hill.”

Ah, ha. Mister Miller tilted his head. “You two aren’t going up there to do anything else, are you?”

David shrugged, looking from Suzie to Mister Miller. “Well I don’t know what else we’d be doing up there after dark, sir.”

Mister Miller nodded. “I know it’s hard to believe, but I was a youngster once, too. I won’t mind your business, but make sure you think twice before doing something you’ll later regret!” He finished the thought looking at Suzie.

David’s smile was faltering. “Of course, Mister Miller.”

Suzie waved as David pulled him along. “Thanks for caring, Mister Miller!” The older man waved briefly before going off after a pair of boys causing mischief on the old war monument.

“That was a close one, huh?” David snorted. Suzie gently elbowed him in the ribs. “Oh, stop! It’s always fun to see you squirm in front of him.”

“He’ll be the one squirming before too long.” Suzie hit him. “Well, it’s true!” He eyed the long and twisting trail up Blueberry Hill. The golden rays of the setting sun fanned out through the trees behind the crest.

“I guess we better hurry up.”

“Just like I’ve been telling you since before the square, girly.”

Suzie stuck her tongue out and winked. “Don’t be such a grump to me.”

The two hiked up the hill in silence for a time. Mister Miller was partly right, even if he didn’t know it. The two had come up here to get a specific view in the past, but not tonight.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” David mumbled.

Suzie looked up the trail. It was Jimmy Owens. She smiled thinly. “Hi, Jimmy.” The young man had tried, and failed, to ask Suzie out a year ago.

He never really got over it, and constantly made sure Suzie and David knew it. “It’s awful late for you two to be up here by yourselves, you know.”

“Well you’re up here now aren’t you, Jimbo?” David sneered.

Jimmy stuck his nose up. “I am, and I’m headed down the trail, if you’ve failed to notice!”

“Well, don’t let me hold you up.”

Jimmy fumed. “Maybe I should mention this to an adult once I get to the bottom?”

David looked at Suzie with a grin before turning back to Jimmy. “Go fuck a pig, Jimmy.”

The young man’s mouth hung open. “Wh-What did you say to m-m-me?”

“I said go tell it to the fucking rocks, Jimmy.” David rushed forward and grabbed the young man by his windbreaker. He sent Jimmy screaming over the side of a cliff before Suzie even knew what was happening.

His scream was cut short as he crashed head-first into the rocks at the bottom of the cliff. David peered over the edge. He made a face before smiling. “That’s some serious splatter! Damn…”

Suzie punched him in the shoulder. “You jackass! What if someone saw?”

“What if someone did? Who cares? We’ll be gone in no time.” He spit over the side of the cliff. “Little turd was annoying as hell.”

Suzie grabbed his arm and tugged. “Well, let’s not wait around to find out one way or another. The fireworks will be starting soon.”

The young couple reached the top of the hill. They settled down on top of a large boulder jutting out of the earth. Suzie drew the cooling air in through her nose and blew it out. “Look how pretty the square looks tonight.”

David smirked. “Pretty full of tightwads, jerks, and wannabes.”

“Oh quit, David Donaldson! You’ve hung out with those jerks for years, now.”

“Yeah…” He waved a hand at the square. “Aw, quit! You’re gonna make me give a shit in a minute.” Suzie giggled. A single rocket lifted into the sky and popped in the darkening sky. “Oh! It’s starting!”

The two watched the fireworks quietly hand in hand. David had to admit, it was the nicest show he’d seen in the past few years. Suzie leaned her head on David’s shoulder as the last bursts faded and the gathered crowd cheered.

She sighed. “It’s time, isn’t it.”

“Yeah… Let’s get it over with, huh?” He pulled out a small pistol. He turned it over in his hand. “You know… this never gets old for me.” He pointed it high in the air and pulled the trigger.

Instead of an explosion from the gun, there was an explosion from the middle of the square. David turned to Suzie, laughing. Two more explosions took out the majority of the party-goers. The rest ran from the square, screaming.

They were quickly confronted by soldiers in dark uniforms. The military men fired indiscriminately, taking out young and old, male and female. Another explosion wracked the old courthouse as the soldiers pressed in.

David and Suzie watched with grins on their faces, the raging fires below reflecting in their gleaming eyes. Mister Miller ran up to one of the soldiers, waving his arms. David chuckled as he was gunned down.

The two stood and stretched as the mayhem started to settled down. “Well that was fun.”

Suzie nodded. “Yeah… I guess it was. I still always feel bad, you know.”

“I know.” David smiled gently. He pulled a small device from his pocket. “You ready?”

Suzy sighed, looking out at the carnage below. “Yeah, I guess.”

David pressed a button on the device. The world around them rippled like a heatwave on hot cement. Soon everything became dark.

Suzie opened her eyes and sat up with considerable effort. The elderly lady removed the VR headgear with a sigh and set it aside. She watched her husband of sixty years do the same.

David stood with a deep groan. “Wish we could just stay in there all the time.”

“I know, but you know what the doctors said about that.”

“To hell with the doctors.”

“That works in there…” Suzie pointed at the the VR headgear. “But that won’t fly out here, love.”

David sighed deeply. He looked out the window. Endless, lifeless desert stretched out as far as he could see. “It’s much more fulfilling to relive our childhood than to waste away out here.”

“I know…” Suzie lowered her head. “We can go back in after dinner, alright? Maybe we can skip the killing part this time, though.”

David smiled, nodding gently. “I suppose this one time. Pizza sound good?”