Sunday, March 22, 2015

Practice Prompt 1 A Birthday Card.

Prompt: "You find a birthday card on your doorstep. It's your birthday but nobody here is suppose to know who you are." 

I awoke feeling calm, for a moment. But the dreams faded as my mind turned on. The usual anxiety overtook me and I slowly turned and rolled a few times before rubbing my eyes. Throat sore, nose stuffed, hungry, thirsty, almost as though I had a hangover except I didn't drink.

Every night I lay down wishing sleep would come faster and every morning I regret waking up. But living here, in this nice house, far away from everything I use to know, I tried to tell myself things would be ok, even if it seems so empty.

My morning routine continued as normal, dragging myself to the bathroom, taking allergy pills and pain killers, searching the kitchen for something to eat and drink. Then I paced through the house looking at things; furniture that wasn't mine, dishes I had never seen before last month everything felt so sterile and unreal.

After taking the last few bites of the boring food I had scraped up, I found myself walking towards the door. Maybe I thought seeing the sky would make things feel more real. Slowly I opened it, not a squeak was made on its new hinges. The sun was bright. I could hear the sounds of machinery running, quietly in the distance.

At that moment I must have been hesitant to actually look up or maybe it was just the bright sun. But with my eyes looking down I immediately noticed a small white envelope on the door step.
Confused but curious, I picked it up, looked over it a few times and then opened it.

“Happy birthday, Lawrence.” The card was plain white with black letters. I didn't even know what the date was.

As I looked up at the rows of identical houses all empty and the distant districts for agriculture and arts, tears welled up inside me. I looked up at the metal and glass dome high above and wished beyond belief that some of the other colonists had survived the trip.

All this, built by drones and to think that not a single other living being made it off the ship... Then horror replaced my loneliness. Who the hell sent the card?  

Written by heromedel