Late mid-morning. You are breathing a bit,
but you just walked the shaded oval path below the earth dam from parking above
around and back up the hill in twenty minutes, with one short rest stop. Carol
is impressed, you are pleasantly surprised though you must have dropped a quart
of perspiration in the process. You had a note from Lori B. saying the alien
was part tongue in cheek; however she also added that this virus is considered
non-living (yet it moves). It already spurred your imagination and I've got it
locked up, boy, for use later. - Amorella
1018 hours. Well, my reference to
alien-like is all I needed, mostly because I had seen nothing like it before.
Lori says the shape and movement of the virus reminds her of a Moon or Mars
Lander and I agree. That's humor enough for an ironic smile or two in my book. Here comes Carol.
You are following routine. You both have
your McD cold colas; this is the last weekend for all-sizes dollar drinks.
Carol has a new novel but is presently reading the October Consumer Reports. Let's
go to Pouch 21. - Amorella
1126 hours. I have an introduction or
rather, we have an introduction of 100 words.
Drop it in. This gives you a visual sense --
double the words for each character. - Amorella
***
Diplomatic Pouch 21 ©2013,rho - intro
It is
Thursday, 14 June 2012. This day Blake, Pyl and Justin leave in an alien Ship for a flight across the Milky Way
Galaxy to ThreePlanets with marsupial humanoids Friendly, Hartolite and Yermey.
They may be away from home planet Earth for up to a year.
Diplomatic
Pouch began in a pressurized 1979 Cessna T210N Turbo Centurion returning from
Detroit to Cleveland. Those on board, pilot Blake Williams, his sister and
co-pilot, Pyl, and her husband Justin were discussing their recent experience
at the Detroit Auto Show while flying across Lake Erie. That was six very short
months ago. - 100 words
***
1132
hours. At an estimated average of
750 words per segment that would make this story about 15100 words long. Time to
head home.
Home, sitting in the
comfortable large green leafed camouflage printed chair with feet propped up on
the cushioned black stool, you are wondering what's for lunch. Why don't we
begin with Pyl, then Justine followed by Blake. Pyl's hungry too. What to eat
for my last meal on Earth, she thinks. - Amorella
I appreciate the start, Amorella. Is
it breakfast time?
2128 hours. Egg salad sandwich for
supper while we watch the news, "Motive" and "Covert
Affair". Just thinking it would be nice to finish Pouch 21 in August, but
I have my doubts. I got a note from a former student, Zach Moore, in Kim's
class of 1997. He goes by Dr. Zach with a doctorate in pathobiology and
molecular medicine. He lives with his wife and son in Texas but is home this
weekend so we are having coffee uptown tomorrow morning. I'll have to ask him
what he thinks about tiny alien viruses from Mars. I have no idea how to do
about Pouch 21 Amorella. I am frozen of thought. Too much can be thought and
from that who knows what travels to the hinterlands of the heartansoulanmind in
such an adventure.
Relax, boy. Take a break, then when you
return we'll begin here. - Amorella
***
Body of
Pouch 21 ©2013 rho - drafting
Pyl
Williams-Burroughs sat quietly in the kitchen with a glass of milk and a favorite
last Jennifer cookie from the nearby On the Rise Bakery on Fairmount Boulevard
in Cleveland Heights. It is nearly time to leave. Everything has been taken
care of down home and here. Our friends and fellow colleagues believe we have
taken leave for university research jobs near Sao Paulo, Brazil for the next
year. Our houses are rented as of July 1.
I
am ready. I go with my husband and brother so I am not alone. I am quite
compatible with Hartolite and Friendly so I have strong woman companions. I
cannot imagine how this will be. We are studying the language and becoming saturated
with the general culture. We have only to be ourselves and live honestly,
something we three have attempted to do our entire lives. Strangely, if it were
not for what I have witnessed with Ship I
don't know if I would have the trust and feel the security that this can be
pulled off and that we will all be the better for it. - 185 words
Justin
Wayne Burroughs sat on the toilet in the upstairs bathroom. The room was dark.
He could see the reflective floor light from under the closed door. I cannot believe
we are doing this. I cannot believe that we will witness the history of an
alien human culture. We do not know everything about ourselves after all this
time and I will see how a culture of three worlds grew from a few tribes to
what it is, essentially a culture twenty thousand years ahead of our own. Yet,
inwardly we are as the same species. This is beyond words.
I
love Pyl with all my heart. I do this with her, my partner for life. Blake is
family. We are family. What adventures will we have? What will we experience? I
cannot wait. Ship is the comfort. To
think flying makes me nervous, but traveling with, I mean, in Ship solidifies
my feelings. He makes me secure. I am so surprised that, even at this hour, I
have no real fears; none that I have staying on this planet. - 180 words
Blake
Williams sat on an old oak chair in his basement workspace thinking how it was
going to be. This will be the most interesting year of my life. I will get to
work with Yermey, one of their greatest minds. I want to know his questions as
well as earlier questions that now have answers. We have common threads. He
speaks of the heartansoulanmind as if it is real. I wonder what are the most
important values the people hold true? How did they learn to live together?
Sometimes I think they are better than we are but it is not that. They have
been around longer, that's all.
I
cannot imagine us being mistreated. Ship
would never allow that. It is easier to trust machinery than it is people.
Maybe that's the reason we love material things so much. Things can be made
stable and secure. We love our machinery large and small. Ship is just an
offshoot. I cannot wait to see what these people have at their disposal on
their own planets. Hell, I am ready to leave this planet for good, with no
good-byes and no regrets. 192 words
***
You have most of this put together. We
should complete Pouch 21 tomorrow. Post. - Amorella
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