Saturday, September 27, 2008

I love you goodbye

Day 30 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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Today’s Saturday Scribes prompt is sort of odd. Poetry based, you take something you’ve overheard and stitch it together into a creation - ala Frankenstein or something.

So, the first song on my Media Play list this morning was, “I Love You Goodbye” and so a short fiction piece was born.

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Jack’s wife smiled up at him with love and acceptance, but not peace.

Their first son was born only two hours earlier and the shine of his healthy skin glowed against his mother’s breast. Jack never felt anything like this in his life before.

Love, unbridled, and the deepest sorrow he could have ever imagined feeling on this Earth.

Jack reached out and stroked the silk fine hair on his son’s head for the first and last time. He leaned over and kissed his wife on the forehead, then with tears welling up in his eyes he turned to go with the uniformed men standing at attention on either side of the hospital room door.

Walking out of the hospital felt like wading down a tunnel of knee deep mud, all his muscles seemed to work against each other.

How would Jack feel meeting his son again in thirty two years when his son would be older than Jack was now? What would his son think of his dad, growing up with only his dad’s photograph and newspaper clippings to remind him he had a dad at all?

Two years for Jack aboard the Icarus - thirty two for his son on Earth.

Jack would be a legend forever, a hero in the world’s population, but would never know the joys of raising his son. The one person Jack wanted to love him most of all would likely despise his decision and curse his name for abandoning him at birth.

Only time would tell. The price seemed almost too high. Then again, risk and fame always had a high cost and it was far too late to turn back now. History awaits.

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“All systems, check,” Jack said in his flight suit on the launch pad strapped aboard the Icarus.

“All green across the board,” came the flight control deck response. “Any last words, Jack, before you launch forward in time and make history?”

A moment passed while the whole world listened in.

The click of the transceiver was heard around the Earth and the sound fell upon billions of eager ears.

One inhalation of breath from Jack, then the world waited no longer, “I love you goodbye.”

And with those words riding on a fountain of fire, the people of Earth transitioned into another epoch of technological advancement and wonder, while one man sank into the depths of pain and despair and legend.

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