Finish the Story 2019 #3 – One Day

I really enjoy these challenges, but apologies for not doing it quicker.

Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith has tagged me in her latest Finish the Story challenge.

See the post here:

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/01/15/finish-the-story-2019-3/

Rules:

  1. Copy the story as you receive it.
  2. Add to the story in some fashion.
  3. Tag another person to contribute to or finish the story.
  4. Please use FTS as a tag so I can find it or link back to part 1.
  5. Have Fun!

 

Part one – from The Haunted Wordsmith

Victor tugged at the rigging and twisted the rusty knob on the gas tank. He didn’t like leaving his family’s lives in the hands of a second-hand balloon, but what could he do? Everything was gone already; he was lucky to have found this under all the other rubbish in the dump.

“Here, Papa.” Maddie handed him her small, floral bag filled with all her worldly possessions.

He looked in her eyes and smiled. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Is there room, Papa?” Jacob clutched his bag close to his chest. “I don’t really need it if there isn’t.”

Victor took his son’s bag and looked inside. Tears flowed down his cheeks. “There is always room for our dreams.” He tucked the wrapped notebook and Maddie’s bag into a small cubby in the balloon’s basket.

Maddie went in first, then Jacob.

“Victor,” Rose said, wiping the tears from her husband’s face, “we are doing the right thing, aren’t we?”

He held her hand against his cheek and closed his eyes. Silently, he nodded and took a deep breath. “It’s the only way.”

Victor helped her into the basket, then he climbed in and turned the knob on the flame. The family waited and watched as the sky filled with balloons. Friends and neighbors made the same choice they had. Many would, some didn’t. It was the only way.

As the balloon tugged against its last connection to the Earth, Maddie screamed and pointed. Victor turned and saw …

Part two – my Addition

The horde of Invaders, wearing their strange red painted leather armour and waving their jagged swords in the air, come marching over the hill.

No one knew where these strange people had come from. It had only been a year ago when radio waves from space had been received that proved they were not the only inhabited planet in the universe. Then they arrived with their great big ships. First, they took over Washington DC. No one had cared when they publicly executed their President, most people didn’t like him much anyway, but then they started turning people into slaves.

The world had been so divided against each other that they could not stop this mighty external force and now they had made it to California.

America was finished. Only one country now held any chance of resistance. They were going to try to make it to Russia. His grandparents had fled from there to escape Communist ideology and now he was trying to go back. He hoped the little bit of Russian he remembered being taught on his Grandmothers knee would be enough to get by.

Victor jumped into the Balloon basket and cut the rope. The wind picked up and they drifted off, just in the nick of time.

The prevailing wind blew them Northwestwards across Oregon and slowly out to sea.

Rose began dishing out some of their meagre food rations, bread and cheese, when she started laughing, hysterically.

Victor grabbed her arm “What is it?”

Rose looked up into his face and said …….

 

To be Continued.

 

I think I will choose,

Jo, the Creative PTSD Gal, to take this on if she feels up for the challenge. 🙂

Twittering Tales #119: Seer’s Sup

 

I have also included The Haunted Wordsmiths Three Things Challenge

Russian, Leather, Cheese.

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/01/15/three-things-challenge-2019-15/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/01/15/your-daily-word-prompt-ideology-january-15-2019/

 

A Multiple Word Prompt Poem – Love, Unrequitedly.

This poem was inspired by the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/09/18/mentor/

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/09/18/fowc-with-fandango-smart/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/09/18/your-daily-word-prompt-element-september-18th-2018/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/09/18/three-things-challenge-18-sept-2018/

Today’s things are: cheese, feather, game

And I would like to add that this is entirely fictitious with no basis in fact whatsoever.

Love, Unrequitedly

 

My Mentor thinks he’s so smart,

But there’s an element of doubt

When it comes to affairs of the heart

He can’t seem to work it all out.

 

I gaze up into his eyes

As he explains how science configures

And I exhale with tender sighs

Oh, How I adore authority figures.

 

Although they say love is a game.

I’m not sure he knows the rules

It always ends up the same.

Its clear love is a game for fools.

 

When I gave him an affectionate squeeze,

You could have knocked me down with a feather!

Quicker than you could say cheese.

He ran away, hell for leather.

 

But there’s plenty more fish in the sea,

So, I won’t let it get me down,

I’m going to enrol at University.

Don’t you just love a nice cap and gown?

The End.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 18/September/2018