Morning all, midweek already. As I am still playing catch up from being gone, I feel like I am behind. But I am slowly catching up. It is so hard to get back into a normal groove when you have been away a while. I suspect I will feel off all week and then a bit more normal next. Part of normal is the writing prompt so let’s jump into this.
Okay this isn’t quite normal but I kind of want to play with it and see where it goes.
Wednesday, March 26th: It was fascinating.
It was fascinating. The swirl of colors the blinking of lights. Even the sound was somehow melodic. I blinked in the flashing of the lights, my eyes watering, but somehow I couldn’t look away.
“Get down,” someone yelled. Their voice was distant, background noise nothing more. I took a step forward.
I dimly heard the sound of running footsteps as I lifted my hand. Somehow I felt that if I could touch it, I would understand what it was. I would know it better.
Then I was falling, Tackled from the side. My head snapped backwards, away from the sight before me. It was as though something snapped in my mind. The hold that the strange phenomenon had on me faded. I felt nauseated. The person who tackled me rolled me over on to my stomach.
“Let it out, it will help.” I nodded, but my stomach was already heaving. I pushed up onto my hands and knees as the contents of my belly erupted out of my mouth. While it had been years since I was sick enough to throw up, I had memories of it. While the acid taste of my stomach juices was familiar the sight wasn’t.
Long viscus strings of vividly colored…something came out. I knew it was nothing that I had eaten. It felt thick and the look of it reminded me of various technicolored strains of bacteria, burnt umber, sulfur yellow and a strain of bright blue. The blue bothered me the most as it seemed to be moving.
“Keep going,” the man who tackled me said.
My body was way ahead of him. I doubted I could stop if I tried. The long strings continued to foam out of my mouth and then I coughed. A small nodule that was attached to all the strands at once. It left my mouth and I felt empty, the nausea fading away. I wiped my mouth.
The man who tackled me pulled me back from the mass. My eyes widened as I could see it moving, reaching for me. In reaction I scooted back fast, nearly falling into the man trying to pull me away. I saw his arm. The sleeve was from a med tech uniform. I didn’t look further, afraid to look away from the seething mass.
Someone in a dark uniform stepped passed, moving towards the writhing tendrils as we moved away.
‘Flamethrower,’ I registered, smelling the scent of the fuel and the shape of the wand. I listened to it click on becoming a torch. The man in the fireproof soot aimed the torch at the mass and let the fire fly in a long stream. The tendrils blackened and crumbled. The mass stopped moving.
Ten til Midnight 