The Last Remaining Grain

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium
A short science fiction story inspired by the Imaginarium one word prompt -- Grain.

Submitted: May 25, 2017

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Submitted: May 25, 2017

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The Last Remaining Grain

 

They had queued outside, all different races and species from so many different planets and galaxies. Finally they were to see it, that last remaining grain.

 

There were furry creatures and scaly creatures; there were beings completely covered in hair while others appeared to be entirely bald. Some were huge, some were so small they had to be constantly on their guard to prevent themselves from becoming trampled. Some were patient, some were restless; there were even some who were getting down-right aggressive, but these were swiftly dealt with by the stun-guards.

 

One race that was noticeably and entirely absent were the homo sapiens from planet Earth. Apart from that tiny grain that they are all so curious to see.

 

Finally the doors opened and, with constant controlling tactics employed by the stun guards, the audience slowly entered the auditorium and made their way to their allocated seats. Soon, the massive hall was full of chatter; grunts, guttural asides, hisses. Some communicated silently but even they found it hard to keep contact, with so many using similar thought frequencies.

 

Suddenly the lights dimmed and a hush descended. All eyes, and there were many of them, swivelled or turned to the stage. Antennas quivered, ears and whiskers twitched. At last they were to see it, that one last grain, the only one that had been found amongst the debris.

 

A stooped figure with silver skin and black orbs for eyes was illuminated centre-stage. On the left hand side, apparently floating in mid-air, was a clear jar that appeared to be empty but, in fact, was not.

 

The figure spoke and his words were understandable to all. One lesson that had come from Earth’s downfall was the importance of direct communication without reliance on interpretations that so often lost the original meaning. That was considered to be one of the factors that brought about the panic and mounting hysteria that had come to dominate the planet. Intolerance became epidemic. Paranoia became pandemic.

 

We are gathered here today, from far and wide, to look upon this last remaining piece of humanity. Time immeasurable has been spent on sifting through the planetary rubble left from that tremendous explosion that occurred by their way of measuring time on the last day of their year 2020.”

 

Puzzled looks were exchanged between members of the audience. They knew that Earth and it’s inhabitants had their funny little ways but measuring their planet’s age that way made no logical sense to them at all. However, had there been a debate on the date at which this gathering was taking place there would have been chaos as no one would have been in agreement.

 

After many different processes we finally found it and have captured it inside this jar. It will forever reside in the Intergalactic Museum of Antiquities. Citizens, step forward for this one unique chance to see it. For here, inside this jar, is the last remaining grain of ‘Human Common-Sense!’

 

 


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