Well let’s see if I can get it right this time. Welcome to this week’s edition of Tuesday Tales. While the writing prompt is usually a word, this week, it’s the image below. It didn’t fit with my Hello Again storyline, so I’m stepping out of the box and introducing you to something else I’ve written. The following picture is the inspiration for today’s snippet. Maximum word count was 300. This has been paraphrased from my sci-fi- serial, Eloisia, Episode One, Stowaway, currently available on Amazon.
Striker stared at the image taken just weeks before the Explorer project had been finalized. The photograph showed the moon filling the sky—not the bright light of a harvest moon he remembered as a child before his father had been transferred to the Martian colonies—but the ominous dead space rock being pulled closer and closer to the planet. By now, the Earth had been gone for years, maybe centuries for all he knew. The last thing anyone had ever imagined was that a group of fanatics would bring about the end of time.
Crazed members of the Children of Earth had infiltrated the lunar mining camps and had detonated a matter/antimatter bomb deep in the mine closest to the Tycho Crater, creating a cascade of explosions that had blown the back side off the moon. Because of its altered mass and weight, the celestial body that had hung above the Earth for millennia, moving through its orbit every twenty-eight days without fail, slipped its path and slowly began its inevitable journey toward impact with the planet.
The irony of it all didn’t escape him. In 2980, the year he’d been born, Earth had been a paradise, now, like Vic, it was space dust. If you’d asked him about the fanatics, he’d have said they were long gone, existing only in the annals of history, but he’d learned to expect the unexpected.
How the hell had a group supposedly anti-technology, living in the back of beyond, gotten the education and equipment needed to do as they’d done? He’d bet his last meal that the anti-mutant faction, a group opposed to genetic enhancement, had helped them, fed their fanaticism, and given them enough knowledge and power to make them dangerous. And I may have one of those delusional bastards aboard.
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