“It’s a long way to Brass,” sighed Copper. “We’ll need some
extra spares.”
Iron mewed an agreement as Copper led them into St Francium school. A
map hung on the wall inside. It looked as familiar as everything else
that was falling apart around here.
She used to strip the RAM and hard drives out of computers. She had some good memories.
“They’re not
pests,” cried Eric. “Get off my roof.”
Jim looked down the
sight of his air rifle.
“Don’t,”
begged Eric.
Jim squeezed the trigger. The pigeons took off and came towards them. He took aim and squeezed again. The gun didn’t fire. His finger crumbled into seeds.
Eric stepped back as the flock descended.
Ahh, I still love the idea of pest control being eaten by pigeons. OK, so that’s a re-hash of the pigeon shamans previous story. Here’s the thing. I put 18 new prints onto my Etsy store. I then didn’t post about them again since listing day.
My problem is, I’m bad at writing marketing copy for my own art. So instead, I figure posting them with stories is better. Kinda… Right?
Oh, and this week, I finally got about to making mocks of all my images in different frames. So hey, I have something to talk about and point too!
Copper turned away, starting her journey to the city of Brass. Unable
to watch her home and old life sink further into the earth. The rot
of these lands had hounded her for so long she couldn’t remember
what life was like before.
She could visualize scenes, but they never related to her current
situation. Copper pans with the lady. Building alongside Iron.
It was like she had a photographic memory. It just never developed.
“Yep,” replied Yuffie. “She’s trying to gather a hunting group of us, all under four foot tall.”
“I see,” replied Fuen. “That’ll be a little party.”
HAH! Boom! Fantasy race puns to the face! Take that, readers!
Awful game. Repetitive grind, all female characters in high heels, all male characters in OTT spikey armour. But, eh, we all have a guilty games pleasure on tablets now, right? Could be worse. Could be Candy Crush or Farmsville…
As Copper and Iron left the house, it began sinking into the ground.
Copper gasped when she realised it was going to take her vintage
ladder collection with it.
Iron placed a consolatory claw on Copper’s leg. Her new friend may be
a mute, but Copper was glad she wasn’t facing this alone. She knew
when this was over she’d be able to rebuild her life and ladder
collection.
“You can’t talk, can you?” sighed Copper as they headed towards
the exit. Irons silence offered a reply.
Copper grabbed her Hi-Fi’s keyboard as she left the house. She’d
heard voiceless robots would only communicate with keyboards
synchronized to musical devices.
She immediately chastised herself. Clearly, that was stereotyping.
Iron stepped out of the bath and shook herself off. “We need to leave,” said Copper, filling her bag once again with supplies. The rumble of buildings collapsing up the road urged them into action.
Copper grabbed the map and looked for her sat-nav. She darted into the kitchen where she’d left it plugged in to charge and update.
Cursing herself for a silly mistake, as it was now in sync.
Iron Nick was really quite cheesed off. His boss kept badgering him to work harder. He was getting pretty steamed up about it all.
Lucy, meanwhile, was egging Nick on. She advised him to tell the boss where to stick his lousy job.
It became so heated that the three of them got together to sort things out once and for all. If we can’t agree, the boss said, I’ll have to get the board to make a decision. Really, it’s Iron Nick. He must decide.
Sorry boss, Nick said, I quit. I have more pressing matters to attend to!
Story by Peter Matthews of pollymermaid.wordpress.com. Check out his blog for more of Peters ponderings. Thanks for the tale, Peter!