Postcard
by Ray Nessly
Jet-packed to Neptune, claimed it for Spain, Ferdinand, you.
Onward to Europa, bought you waterfront lots. Took the Flying L to your asteroid, 210 Isabella. Found a '57 Plymouth there, just like Dad's. Started right up. Hovers like a dream.
Still hovering your asteroid, waiting for you to show up.
Our six o'clock. Remember?
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Appeared in Thrice Fiction Magazine
No. 14, August 2015
Note: Yes, there exists an asteroid named 210 Isabella.
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Spot on. I read it as a love poem. Great as that.
Thanks Jill. I think of it as a flash, but the lines between flash, versus prose poem, versus poetry can get blurry, for sure.
Crisp.
"Still hovering your asteroid, waiting for you to show up."
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Fun and original. *
Nice piece, Ray.
Effectively fragmentary and fragmentarily effective.
"210 Isabella"
Been wondering what happened to that Plymouth. Loved that car!
Thank you Rachna, Charlotte, Sam.
Thank you Samuel, Kitty, Matt. Oh and Matt, about that Plymouth: We had a '57 Plymouth Fury when I was a kid. From time to time it gets a mention in my stories and my CNF pieces. This one here, the Plymouth hover craft, I figure must be a 2057 or 2157. Whatever, I like to think it has fins every bit as huge as the ones that weighed down the rear end of our ol' '57.
Brilliant.
Save that jet-pack for me. I remember.*
Gary, thank you, and Tim, thank you. And thank you too, to whoever anonymously faved my story recently.
Great, Ray. Send me a postcard anytime.
Thanks Paul!
*, Ray. Fine idea, fine work. Happy con-Trails to you.
David, thank you, and happy contrails, indeed. (quick ... 100 words re contrails-- go!) As for the idea for this story, the prompt was "53 words about flying," from Prime 53. (Added one or two more words eventually.) The prompt for "Marcel Unchained) came from Meg Pokrass on her Facebook page, a flash about "seeing" I think it was, but can't find my notes. Think I first 'met' you on her page, where you often responded to her prompts too. Cheers, Ray.
Perfect. Bravo. I read it as a love poem too. Of course. *
Or a love flash. Is that an oxymoron? (Just read your response to Jill.)
Prose-poem(ish) interstellar/unrequited love flash? Whatever the heck it is, I'm just pleased you like it, Dianne! Thank you.