Saturday, October 04, 2008

Giant Red

Day 37 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .

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It's Saturday Scribes short fiction day again, and I present a real flash fiction piece today. It was part of the challenge and it is just over 230 words.

Theme: Journey
Words: fabulous, conch, stapler, enervate.

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(-Giant Red-)

youwontgetridofmethateasily.com was chiseled on his fabulous headstone of titanium.

He had lived, loved and died like all the others. Giant Red was his nickname - ironic now that the sun shared the same.

Giant Red was the inventor of the thought activated stapler gun - a boon for roofers and petty crooks who couldn’t get their hands on the real thing.

Entropy claims even the most active of planets. It beats down anything alive, enervates it until only creations of incredible durability hint at something organized.

Even titanium will melt if exposed to enough heat over time and join entropy in the eternal dance of destruction.

It is said the thoughts of the universe can be heard in the depths of a conch shell - if you know the language of infinity.

Giant Red thought he could make out a few words. And in thinking this he thought he could be as the universe.

But the race is over. Infinity has won, again.

Soon, the sun’s outer shell will embrace the Earth in its final loving caress and the transient traces of organization will be scoured from the crust’s record.

Time is the universe’s ally and life’s bane.

Some said it was the journey not the destination anyway.

Some, like Giant Red, tried to leave a mark.

Some said it would last forever.

All are eventually proven wrong.

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