Sunday, May 31, 2015

Update Update May 31st, 2015

Due to circumstances far, far, far beyond my control, I have to make this my 4th post in May, and I have to move the fifth and sixths posts to being in June, instead of in May. 
I can't give much detail, unfortunately, but I am committed to getting those extra/make-up posts in as soon as possible. 

Sudden Short Story 77

She flew in, from over the horizon.  "It's not really star-gazing without any stars," she told him as she landed. 
"There's that star over there," he said, pointing toward the northern horizon.  He was near the south pole, so that was always visible. 
"Yeah, but you're not looking that way," she pointed out.  "You're just staring into the blackness of space." 
"Would you rather I stare into the blackness of your heart?" 
She stuck her tongue out at him, then laid down on the dying grass next to him and took his hand in hers.  "We're the only two who saw it through," she said to him.  "We're at the heat-death of the universe, with our man-made planet orbiting a man-made sun with all the matter left in the universe, and you still have to crack your cruel jokes." 
"Well, there's not much else to do," he pointed out. 
"There's always each other," she said with a grin. 
"You know, I consider puns the cruelest joke of them all." 
"I'm literally the last woman alive in the universe," she reminded him.  "I've also got the better part of ten to the seventh Earth years to work on this," she said, looking at their sun, their timer.  She stood up again, preparing to fly away.  "At least I'm not bored:  I've got a really good puzzle to solve," and with that, she was off over the horizon again. 

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Sudden Short Story 76

The demonologist got off of the bus, and was greeted by a somewhat perplexed woman.  When everyone else had left, though, it was clear to her that he was, indeed, the demonologist, and it was clear to him that she was the one to take him to the suspected victim. 
"Pardon my reaction," she said at last, "but I didn't expect you to be quite so young." 
"You flatter me," he said, "but I'm nearly thirty as it is.  Would you care to lead the way?" 
They began walking down the block leading away from the bus stop. 
"I guess that I just expected a demonologist to be some old man," she said.  "Come to think of it, most people our age don't even believe in demons.  I know that ... ."  She trailed off, not quite sure what to say. 
"I think that I've seen this before," he said to her.  "You were raised some kind of christian - most Americans are, and African-Americans especially - and there are the stories about demons, so you think that you always believed in demons, but you never really took them seriously.  The part of you that acknowledges that also regrets having done so, and has redoubled your faith.  Am I wrong?" 
"So how long have you been a demonologist?"  she asked.  She wasn't really trying to avoid the question; she was just curious how someone could be so experienced at such a young age.  Or did her face just show it that plainly? 
"Oh, almost two years, I'd say." 
Reading her face after his response was not difficult by anyone's standards.  
"Well, it's not exactly a lucrative career," he elaborated.  "I live largely on the hospitality of others, which is sometimes cut short when it turns out not to be a demon - the diagnosis really is the most important part.  If I didn't care about helping others, I could have stayed in my job as an adequate materials engineer."  They arrived at the apartment.  "Which room is it?" he asked. 
"503," she answered.  "You were a materials engineer?" she asked of him, while leading him to the elevator.
"Yeah, and that's kind of a funny story," he said, as they entered.  He pushed the button for 5.  "You see, I hadn't set out to do any of this at all.  I didn't go to college for it, at least.  I was actually studying to go into information security, which, come to think of it, would also have been a lucrative career."  The elevator dinged with their arrival.  "Come to think of it, I'm a very strange man."  He got out and proceeded to look for 503. 

Life Update May 2015

So, once again, I completely forgot about blogging for most of the month.  I remembered earlier this week, but I didn't get to it until now.  I did manage to remember, earlier in the month, while at work, to jot down some sudden short story notes, because they popped into my head, so I'll crank those out tonight.  I need to double-check, but I think that I have 4, which should cover 4 of the remaining 5 posts for this month. 
I've also got a big thing happening this coming week.  I'll say more after it happens.