This post is an entry in Pam Brittain's Wednesday challenge for 8/14 (and a tribute to her nagging). The challenge is to enter a contest in an on-line magazine called On the Premises (OTP), The rules are to write a story or poem of 20 to 40 words, the first and last word being the same, but used nowhere else in the piece. The following is a reduction, distillation if you will, to 38 words of a 100 word prose piece I did some time back. I hope it tells the same tale.
Journey's End - OTP Entry
Star-drive for sale
A sucker born every minute
I took the bait
Mounted the thing
On my car’s engine.
Under orange skies
No sucker born to sell it to
Car’s fuel is gone
Planet’s my prison
Here's the original from February 2010. Does it tell the same story for you?
Stardrive Engine For Sale... Cheap
“Get th’ story!” Editors are idiots.
“What story?” Reporters are cynics… who lose arguments with editors.
“Amazing scientific breakthrough?” I asked the little man behind the big glasses.
“For humans,” he said. No smile.
“What does one DO with this thing?” I'm looking at the odd little contraption.
“Put it in a car. It’ll generate the field. Just sit it on the engine.” He picked it up. “Pop the hood, I’ll show you.”
I turned the engine over...
The sky here is orange. Skies aren’t supposed to be orange.
I got th' dam' story Mr. Editor.
I’m out of gas.