A Roundabout way to fame #microcosms #flashfiction

Microcosms gave me three elements this week:

Satellite, terrorist, sci-fi

A Touch of Death

The small crowd gathered quickly, some instinctive thing. Barny didn’t know what drew him to stick his hand in the bin – he was waiting for Marcie outside Boots, bored to death, wondering why his life was so dull. His hand felt something warm, a silver ball which began to grow and shimmer. He put it on the tiled floor and waited. Then – again, he couldn’t have said why – he put a finger on the top and pressed.

‘Why’d you do that?’ ‘You ain’t a terrorist, are you?’ ‘Hope you don’t live to regret that, sonny.’ ‘What is it?’ ‘Can I have one, mummy?’

Barney heard the questions, each one he thought stupid. Well, apart from one. He knew what it was without being told. ‘It’s an alien transmitter. See.’

Indeed, as he spoke the orb split and a weird wire contraption poked out the top. It began to spin, emitting a calming white light. The crowd dispersed leaving Barney to watch as the signals shot skywards, soon reaching the satellite orbiting Earth.

Barney waited, aware he was the only person on the planet who knew what was going to happen. In seconds an invasion force launched and inside a day the governments of the world had surrendered. Barney became the conduit for the alien demands, rising to a position of World Regent, installed in a fabulous palace, staffed to meet his every need.

There was only one downside to this newly found fame; in the moment he touched the orb, he died. But in death, he began to fulfil his dream to be someone.

And the one not-stupid question? Barney didn’t live to regret touching the alien ball in the slightest.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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11 Responses to A Roundabout way to fame #microcosms #flashfiction

  1. Sue Vincent says:

    You are a strange man, Mr Le Pard….

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  2. Given the world events of 2016, I wonder if I’m the only one who read this story as a message of hope? Just throwing it out there…

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  3. I second Sue’s comment and add ‘but in a good way.’ o_O I think. 😀 😀 😀

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  4. willowdot21 says:

    No he didn’t live to regret it did he? No because he was dead?? 😊

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  5. rogershipp says:

    Enjoyed the story!

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  6. Bun Karyudo says:

    That was a fun story (although the ending was a bit happier for aliens rather than for Earthlings). Come to think of it, I found a silver ball in the Christmas box at home. I wonder…

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