Friday, July 27, 2012

Not A Drop To Drink


The base of the containment fencing indicated it had been sunk in too deep to go under. The white alien metal could be cut if one had an acetylene torch and enough time. No, the only option lay in up and over.

Sprinting from cover, the two men scaled the fence, dropping to the ground within. Tonight, they’d have uncontaminated water aplenty.

Touching the cold metal faucet, the first man was bathed in waves of coruscating energy, reducing him to ashes. Nasty security upgrade, his partner mused. Alone and still thirsty, he climbed back over the fence and moved on.

10 comments:

  1. A great take on the prompt.
    Better to stay thirsty than be reduced to a pile of ashes.

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  2. It's not only polite, but safer to allow others to go before you. A nice take - very original.

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    1. Good comment, Sandra. It made me laugh.

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    2. Hmm, even misspelled my own name. Yikes! Don't reduce me to ashes, please!!

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  3. Hm, a coldy sad take on the prompt. Mine is here: http://readinpleasure.wordpress.com/2012/07/27/fridayfictioneers-aqua-madness/

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  4. Hi Jeffrey,
    Ouch, that must hurt to be turned to ashes instantly. Good apocalyptic tale.
    Ron

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  5. Zot! Quite a scene. I'd like to know more.
    www.rochelle-wisoff.blogspot.com/2012/07/snarl.html or #15 on the list.

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  6. A very unusual and packed with story 100 words!

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