Prompt for March 18, 2016

Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following opening:

Oswald Thorndike slipped into the house quietly, not wanting to make any sound that would alert his mother to his having come home. She disliked it when he came home from school with his clothes dirty so today, with his shirt shredded beyond repair and his jeans with huge rips in them, was not going to be something that he wanted to see. All he needed to do was get to his room at the end of the hall and ..

“Ozzie, what are you doing?” The voice was quiet, but he knew that his mother was right behind him. And he knew that she could see the state of his clothes. He froze long enough to take a deep breath before he turned around. When he met his mothers eyes instead of seeing the anger that he thought he would see her blue eyes only showed him compassion and pain. She came closer and gently reached out and took hold of his jaw, turning his face from side to side as if trying to find something.

“Ozzie, are you okay?”

“I’m fine Mom, I just … I just …” He never got any further as the tears broke free of the dam that he had put in place and poured out. His mother didn’t say a word, just brought him in closer and hugged him without reservation. Instinctively he hugged her as well and they stayed like that. For how long, neither knew, but it was what both of them needed. When the tears had stopped she reached down and tilted his head up so that she could see his eyes.

“It was the Conklin brothers, wasn’t it?” He nodded.

“It’s because you’re human, isn’t it?” He nodded.

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3 thoughts on “Prompt for March 18, 2016

    1. Well, if you want to see where things started, try this on for size:


      Imagine a universe where a race called the Progenitors seeded the galaxy with their own DNA. In their case a race that had three sexes.

      Due to the difficulty in conceiving children were treasured and revered. In an effort to spread the wealth of children the Progenitors started the process of life growing on millions of planets in our galaxy and while they eventually faded into myth and obscurity their children didn’t Their children formed a galactic civilization whose only criteria for entry was finding them. Every million years one of their children would be found and join the galactic family.

      But every so ofter, fifty million, a hundred million years, a race would discover the galactic civilization that was not a child of the Progenitors. They were unique. They were “new”. The last new race was almost a hundred million years ago and then … humanity showed up. Humanity, a race of creatures that had only two sexes, that lived for a relatively short period of time and were aggressive. So aggressive. They are despised for their aggression. They are despised for their attitudes towards the rest of the galaxy. And, more importantly, they are despised because they procreate faster than any other race in the galaxy.

      When lifespans are measured in thousands of years there is no rush to procreate. A child every few hundred years would suffice. But for humans, whose lifespan still measured less than a century, the need to reproduce, the need for offspring, was a primal driving factor that caused mankind to swell in numbers.

      Enter into this world little Oswald Thorndike, son of Ambassador Thorndike, stationed on the homeworld of one of the races closest to Earth. Physically similar to humans the Letharians don’t trust humanity and dislike mankind’s desire to became part of the galactic community without “paying their dues”. Little Oswald Thorndike who does his best to fit in with a race that doesn’t like him. Little Oswald Thorndike who, contrary to the stories told about humans throughout the galaxy, is shy and lonely.

      But in this lonely world Serathin, a vulnerable young Letharian who is shunned by her own people, finds someone in Oswald who can understand her position. Someone who can empathize with what she is going through as he is experiencing the same thing. But tensions build when a militant group – Keep Us Pure – starts to target Oswald and his relationship with Serathin as something that should be discouraged. Actively discouraged.

      And that is where our story begins.

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