For our first date, I took Nancy starsurfing.
Arm in arm, we walked across the surface of the sun. It glowed underfoot, turning her cheeks to warm apples. I imagined our shadows covering North America.
But something isn’t right.
I tut, remove my brainjack. I consider adjusting her hair, or her smile. But that’s not really the problem.
The problem is that I never took her starsurfing. I took her to a cheap club, where the thumping bass meant I didn’t have to make conversation.
And no matter how detailed I make these memories, I know they’ll never be real.
Neil Murton over 9 years ago
Cheers Drew :)
The prompt I had for this one was 'walking on sunshine', with the prompter saying it was about time there was a happy prompt. So... yeah. Good luck with that. >_>
Horrorshow over 9 years ago
Good luck indeed! This is excellent and I do like to see sci-fi slanted drabbles. There's a tiny hint of Philip K. Dick in this one. Really enjoyed it.