Upwards

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Written for a writing prompt from ShadowLight120, at the BoMoWriCha House.

Submitted: June 12, 2018

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Upwards.

Once upon a time people used to dwell on the ground. It’s hard for us to imagine as for decades, centuries even, we have been living in towering buildings, each interconnected to the other by walkways. It is a high-tech world where elevators are constantly running up and down the outside of the towers, along with the internal escalators.

Living like we do would be impossible if it was not for the fact that so many had perished. Details of the cause are sketchy, at best. Little pieces of long lost history to try to piece together, to try to find what’s true from what is myth.

The population is beginning to expand now, and that is making some of us wonder if maybe back to the ground might just be the way to go. Why is it avoided? Nobody seems to be able to provide the answer to that one.

Selene has been doing research, surreptitiously because those in power would not like it. How easy it is for them now that the human population is encased in towers. There is no privacy, or very little; you want to talk without ears all around, listening to what you say, you really have to work at it.

“I didn’t find out much at all. Only a mention that those that broke the rules would be sent down to the ground and once there were never seen again.”

“Do you think they might have set up alternative communities? Maybe a chance to get recruits for a rebellion?” I try not to let the hope sound in my voice. I hate this life. Every moment that I am awake, I feel just as though I am being suffocated.

“Well, that’s the thing. Who can tell? They might have gone elsewhere but then again they might all be dead.” Selene looks down at the ground. “It looks solid enough, must be to support the legs of the towers.”

A thought pops in to my head. If I can find something, maybe it would be worth dropping it down on to the ground. Just as an experiment to see if anything happens. There’s not a lot around but a find a small loose piece of one of the towers.

Looking around to make sure that there is no one around, I beckon Selene over to the edge of the walk-way and once she is there, I let the fragment fall. We both watch it all the way down until it lands. Nothing dramatic happens but is that a slight ripple. We both lean further over.

Selene goes over the safety rail! I make a grab for her, try to catch her arm, her leg, anything, but all I grasp is thin air. I’m too late. It took me too long to respond and now all I can do is watch as she plummets to the ground, a silent scream frozen in my throat.

She lands with a thud that must have killed her on impact. When I see what happens next, I can only feel glad for her. The ground splits apart and hundreds of creatures about twice the size of my fist scuttle forward and devour her where she lays.

I sink to the floor, bury my head in my hands. My best friend is gone. And so is any hope of ever finding survivors to help launch a revolution.

 

 

 

(568 words)


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