Writing Prompt: The fridge was well stocked.

Two mornings in a row with a semi normal wake up time. Not bad at all. I’m on a roll. So let’s see what this fifteen minute prompt brings.

I think I started this prompt with one idea and a second crashed into it midway through. I’ll have to look at this later and see if I can separate them. Not my favorite.

Thursday, October 6th: The fridge was well stocked.

The fridge was well stocked.  He had his mountain dew and his red bull al chilling in the fridge.  He had a jumbo size of beef sticks, a tub of cheese balls and a stack of his favorite films.  He wouldn’t need to go anywhere for a while.  The storm was brewing and it was going to be a big one, dust clouds up to four miles wide in places had been seen east of here.  Everyone knew that the sand could wear your skin to bloody rags in seconds.  Each storm they lost people.

Most now knew to stock up and stay inside until it passed.  The last one lasted three days.  This one was predicted to last about a week.  He knew there would be some who couldn’t take it and left, driven by some deep need to go outside.  Such needs had never really driven him.  He had also seen the calm spots and the people who had taken the calm for the end of the storm and left their homes. 

After seeing that he knew he wouldn’t leave the house until the all clear siren sounded.  Most now thought the same but there would still be a few.  He personally thought of it as Darwin at work.  He settled into his chair and turned on the television set.

Gavin knew he wasn’t the smartest person on the planet.  He wasn’t even chosen for the team.  He was brought along as family when they settled and now they were stuck with him.  Most of the scientists kids grew up to be scientists and the military kids grew up to be military.  He was smart enough for the sciences, but the things that interested him weren’t ones that interested everyone else.  He was athletic but only when he felt like it and the danger of the advancecorp didn’t appeal to him. 

There were many like him, although no one liked to admit it.  And they were necessary.  They did the mundane jobs that both of the other groups thought were beneath them.  They worked at the grocery store stocking shelves.  Became mechanics and teachers.  There were even a few artists, although they were discouraged.  Those like him filled in the gaps, the web of society that filled in the spaces between the military and their advance teams seeking to conquer more ground on this unforgiving planet and the scientists who wanted research for research sake. 

He smiled as he settled in.  Neither group wanted him and may have relegated him to the outskirts, but his own type of sciences had been continued in his own home.  They weren’t illegal.  The assigned dwelling spaces were too well monitored for that, and he had no desire to delve into the deep black market some claimed to exist.  He found the thought of that sort of life as being uncomfortable.  And if nothing else he liked his comfort.  His sciences were based more on entertainment than research and bettering mankind.  And while they were viewed as harmless, here on the outer edge of the universe where research and danger were the major occupations, he had found a ready market for his amusements.  It kept him well stocked with the foods and drinks he preferred. 

He patted his tummy, slightly rounder than it had been in the past.  This storm was his last hurrah with the junk food.  After it passed he would begin to edge into healthy territory again, at least until he no longer felt his pants cut into his waist.