This was written for Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge. Each week’s challenge is to write to a prompt in exactly 99 words. This week’s prompt is “buried in the snow.” There was also a technological and technology gone wrong aspect to Charli’s post, which inspired a sci-fi element to my thought process. There’s also some inspiration from conversations with Cubby and Sascha. Let us see where it goes. Shall we?
“Why don’t you go play outside? It’s a beautiful day.”
“Outside is so boring. None of the other kids have to play outside.”
“You could take your pangolin for a walk.”
“Can we go outside the dome?”
“Aaagagghag! I want to see the real world.”
“Until the Environmental Resurgence Agency makes the air outside the dome breathable again, this is the real world”
With a “Hmph,” Jonny stomped out of the house with Hector in tow.
That was the day the Weather Wizard malfunctioned and dropped 12 feet of snow on us in a matter of minutes.
Yes, obviously the pangolin is cloned. They’re already endangered. I don’t think they would survive a fracking catastrophic environmental disaster, the likes of which we’re trying to implement as soon as possible. “Here, have some coal. I eat it for breakfast.”
What else would one name a cloned pangolin but Hector? Atreides? Yes, there is an Iliad/Dune link. I just got a little Abed on you.