⌗WEP-IWSG, Wednesday 11th December 2019, FOOTPRINTS. TRANSITIONS.


MERRY CHRISTMAS

Welcome to the last contributions of the year to the Write… Edit … Publish and Insecure Writers Support Group Challenge.

if you would like to know more about this Challenge and maybe sign up for next year start here then here

This Month, the last entry of the year is FOOTPRINTS

Thank you to Laura, Denise and Tyrean for making this month’s challenge possible.

The WINNER of the DECEMBER Challenge will be offered a critique by multi-published author J.L. Campbell, on 3 chapters of a novel in progress, or a completed short story.

NOW, without further ado, here is my contribution for FOOTPRINTS.

This Flash is a follow-up on the OCTOBER Challenge Horrible Harvest, TRICK OR TREAT, which you can read or re-read HERE

TRANSITIONS

Robert, hunched over his desk, was listening to the snow rushing at the panes which left intricate lace crystals. He was poring through newspaper clippings on the Web. Halloween had come and gone. The usual frights and brawls splayed over the pages. Not a hint of exploded pumpkins .

Teresa appeared in the doorway.

‘ Dad, Dad, look what I found on Instagram ! ‘

She stuck the phone in front of his nose.

‘ What am I looking at ? ‘

‘ Read, look at the pics.’

‘ Holy Ghost ! ‘

‘ You said it.’

There on the screen was a clear photo of eight of the outlandish creatures they had seen on Halloween Night, dancing below a starry sky. In the middle, a blur of firefly-like small pods hovered. The caption read : Crazy spectacle in Hill wood,⌗BanderaTexas, ⌗11/20/19, ⌗SallyEvenbrite.

‘ You have to contact her.’

‘ Already sent a poke.’

‘ Ask her how she found them, ask for details. Did they have ten arms and legs ? Did she see lightening bolts ? What … ? ‘

‘ Slow down Dad, here she is.’

Sally had appeared on the phone.

‘ Gosh Teresa, I thought I had gone crazy. You’re the first hit I got.’

‘ We’re coming to Texas to visit family for Thanksgiving. Will you be around ? ‘

‘ You bet, no way I’m going out of town now. Text me as soon as you get here and we’ll go to the clearing together.’

‘ Yeah ! Great ! I’ll try and bring my buddies Paul and Tim along. They were there with me on Halloween. I’m bursting ! ‘

‘ Me too, so long.’

The same afternoon on Terry’s battered couch, Tim and Paul were studying the pics.

‘ Wow, this is crazy. It has happened somewhere else.’

‘ You reckon they’re all over the country ? ‘ 

‘ All over the planet, more likely, Tim. Why would they just choose two places, if it’s an invasion.’

‘ An invasion ! Christ ! ‘

‘ Now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves,’ Robert interjected, ‘ We haven’t got a clue why they’re here, what they want. They might be peaceful for all we know.’

‘ Shouldn’t we take this to the authorities ? ‘ suggested Paul.

‘ Fat chance. First, they wouldn’t believe us.  Then we have to investigate further, now that we’re not the only ones to have seen them.’ Teresa enjoined.

‘ I would tend to agree with Terry, let’s keep it quiet for the moment. meet up with Sally in Bandera and take it from there,’ sided Robert.

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Sally was a redhead covered in freckles which stood out from exposure to the Texas sun. She was standing in the middle of the dirt track leading into Hillwood.

‘ Look,  here are some footprints that they must’ve left. See the big toe and then the smooth curve, the round heel and nothing in between,’ she pointed out to Terry, Robert, Tim and Paul gathered round, squinting their eyes against the midday glare.

‘ They lead that way. Is that where the clearing is ? ‘

‘ Yeah, about a quarter of a mile through the brush.’

‘ Let’s go see,’ chorused Paul and Tim.

The clearing was bare except for a star of scorched earth.

‘ Exactly how it was in Maine. The star-shaped circle burnt into the ground,’ contributed Robert.

‘ Can you stay till the next full moon ? That’s when they seem to come out. If two sightings make a pattern,’ asked Sally.

‘ You bet, we have to see this through,’ agreed Teresa.

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The night sky was cloud-spattered. The white orb dipped in and out, the stars joining in the cosmic dance. When Robert, Sally, Terry, Paul and Tim snuck behind the trees, the dark blue beings were already crouched in their positions. The sound that rose from the gneiss boulder was deeper than the one they had heard in October, haunting and ominous. The firelights erupted from a crack, shot around the twelve translucent heads, then, with lightening speed, something unexpected happened. A tiny balloon of pea pods zapped to within an inch of Sally’s forehead. She glided upwards towards the stone, hypnotised. The sitting creatures circled her and touched her arms and legs with their thumbs and fingerless palms sending waves of lights all over her body. Four more bubbles bolted and grasped Terry, Tim, Robert and Paul in their spell drawing them into the fray. The humans, open-mouthed, speechless, vibrated in the caresses of pure energy.

‘ Yoki cum staka. Yoki cum staka …‘ chanted the little blue people.

‘ Welcome in our midst.’ The words translated themselves effortlessly. Neither the blue people, nor our friends had spoken a word.

‘ Cum luk pata, lanot colam oka. Kala ov kluk.

‘ We are with you on the blue planet, to help you transition, like we have in the past.’

‘ Transition to what ?’ thought Teresa.

‘ Colam oka malaïa kata song pata.

‘ Transition to a species who respects life on the planet.’

‘ Luk pata kono asurot molona Oba.

‘ The blue planet is very important to the whole of the Universe.’

‘ Lanort colum ov kluk. Cum Tola. Cum Fo.

‘ We have helped you in the past. With tools and with fire.’

In a wink, the assembly disappeared beyond the clouds with these lingering words:

‘ Asam ot  bala Alpha. Asam Alpha.

‘ We will spread the word to the worthy.’

Once shaken from their daze, Sally broke the silence:

‘ Let me get this straight. They live on Earth. They have helped humans before. They communicated directly with their minds. And nobody has ever noticed !’

‘ Sounds improbable. Near impossible that there are no recorded sightings in stone at least,’ added Robert.

‘ Crazy,’ Tim qualified it.

‘ Cool,’ wondered Paul.

‘ Well at least they have answered one simple question,’ stated Robert.

‘ Simple !’ boomed Teresa.

‘ I think we can agree that their aim is to contact humans around the world and help them act upon  the future of all species on this planet. The authorities will have no part in it.’

‘ I guess they’re not worthy enough,’ chuckled Paul, as though drunk.

‘ At least we agree with them on that,’ joined in Teresa, lightheaded.

‘ Wow, I have to sit down, this is mind boggling ,’ collapsed Tim.

As they left the wood, their dreamy minds were ablaze with ideas and plans to make sure every living thing enjoyed this world for thousands of years to come. They would avoid treading in the footsteps of their forebears.

©susanbauryrouchard

1052 words. FCA

Alpha , film 2018, extract, Bonding. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4IHDSpacpbc&frags=pl%2Cwn

2001, A Space Odyssey, Stanley Kubrick, 1968, extract The Dawn of Man, here

scenario co-written by Arthur C. Clarke while shooting in progress.

Arthur C. Clarke,  2010 ( written 1982  ); 2061 ( 1988  ); 3001 ( 1997  ).

films adapted from novels.

Some interesting things but not as good. It needed two genius minds working together to come up with the masterpiece : 2001 A Space Odyssey.

Starman, David Bowie, 1972, here 

The Doors, Strange Days, People are Strange here

                                           When the Music’s over here

Sunrise July 2013

Full Moon June 2019

 Gneiss Rock

Thank you for visiting. Hope you enjoyed the story.

Please leave a comment or a FCA and I will be sure to reply. Looking forward to reading your take on Footprints. Have a Merry Christmas.

48 thoughts on “⌗WEP-IWSG, Wednesday 11th December 2019, FOOTPRINTS. TRANSITIONS.

  1. Giving humanity tools and fire was a two-edged sword. Look at our history. Let us hope we are wise enough to handle their help better this time! 🙂

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    1. The perversion of human beings knows not limits, unfortunately. Technology was supposed to bring an easier life, instead it brought slavery, violence and pollution. A plus is information and education. Where would we be without the written word … though some communities have done without … they chose art instead. Merry Christmas and thank you for visiting Roland.

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  2. Hi,
    It would be nice if people were to not think of themselves but have regard for others. However, at this moment, we are far away from living an ideal life that benefits everything that breathes.
    Having read the first part of the story, I really like the way you brought the entire story to a close. I like the optimism and positive signs of hope.
    Have a Merry Christmas and a happy crossover in 2020.
    Shalom aleichem,
    Pat G

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    1. Thank you Pat. If we do not dream, we cannot ever hope to fulfill our dreams I think. So hang on to your ideals and keep striving to make them reality. Otherwise there is no way forward. Every little positive thought and action counts. If everyone believes this, we’ll eventually get there. Have a wonderful and exciting Christmas.

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    1. Thank you EC for your faithful visits. Would love to see you contributing more on the WEP challenges in 2020. We have so much fun and discussions can move in stunning directions. Hope and praise all around is my wish for you for Christmas. Take care.

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    1. Thank you Olga, so glad you enjoyed the conclusion. We have to keep dreaming and believing they will become reality, otherwise what’s the point ? Look and travel forward with words. The pen is mightier than the sword.
      Wishing you Merry Christmas writing and looking forward to sharing with you in the New Year. Take care.

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    1. Thank you Laura. Glad you enjoyed the story. You may learn more, I will continue developing the plot next year, not necessarily on Cafe Terrace though. Have other ideas for that one.
      Merry Christmas writing and looking forward to visiting your blog in 2020.

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  3. I hope it isn’t too late to make the changes needed. But greed has always won out. The caring minds just have to learn how to reach the business and bottom line minds. 🙂
    Lovely story, thank you.

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    1. Sad that we need outer sources to help us along, even imaginary ones … We should be able , by now, to figure things out for ourselves. Guess. We really need to transition into a new species all together before we ‘get’ it. Merry Christmas Roland. Keep, keeping on and writing.

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  4. Susan, this was a hopeful story and your characters good people who want to see the earth treated kindly. Wouldn’t it be nice if this was the motivation for all? Unfortunately greed usually wins.

    You said FCA, so I will just point out that you tied yourself in knots trying for more creative dialogue tags. It’s best to keep to ‘said’ and use body language instead of a lot of tags. Your story will read better. I always aim to use as few tags as possible.

    ‘ Crazy,’ Tim qualified it. (‘Crazy,’ Tim said, shaking his head.)

    ‘ Cool,’ wondered Paul. (Paul stepped closer and threw his arm over Tim’s shoulder. ‘Cool.’)

    ‘ Well at least they have answered one simple question,’ stated Robert. (In his most confident voice, Robert said, ‘…+

    ‘ Simple !’ boomed Teresa. (Theresa smiled at each of them. ‘Simple.’

    Just my editorial suggestions…hope you don’t mind.

    Merry Christmas. Happy New Year! It’s been great to have you writing for WEP!

    Denise

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    1. Thank you Denise for taking the time to critique. Very helpful points. Use of body language, show not tell. Yes, you’re right. I was trying to keep the word count down, although I was not successful …. again. Merry Christmas to you and loved ones too.

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