Veronica was drawn to the glowing in the darkness. Her consiousness inched ever closer to the flame-like curtain that floated in the distance.
She was enthralled by the vision of the shimmering orange glow, and enticed to enter it's membranous visage.
Little by little, she passed by the memories that held her static in that other world, excited at the prospect of new beginnings and exciting adventures.
Entering the glowing sheath, Veronica inhaled the heady aroma of newly mown grass, and smiled.
"I'm afraid it is time to pull the plug, Captain. Her brain is nothing but pudding."
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Comments: 35
You know what really struck me here was the scent of newly mown grass... what a nice touch!
Thanks, I adore that smell, and thought...If I should ever leave this world for another, I would love that smell to greet me.
Good point, Ms. Tracy
This is great Donna and you are so quick. I 'm envisioning that glowing curtain. And now the reader can decide if she really crossed over to a beautiful new world or simply had last minute hallucination.
I purposely left it vague. I love leaving readers with something to chew on. Sometimes it's steak, sometimes shoe leather...lol
Very cool! I liked how you elicited my memories of Star Trek's Dr. McCoy without actually saying it. Don't know if that was on purpose, but it was fun.
Actually, Bones did not cross my mind, but glad it evoked those memories for you.
Good one!
after reading bill's, i wondered what you would do with 'pudding'!
this is terrific, d. perfect shortie, but i wish there were more...
Sorry mona, There's only so much room for pudding in a 100 word story, but Jello is a whole other story....
Good one, Sweetie.
And ya know you got me hooked into this now.
smoooooooooooooooches
Muahahahaha....glad I could hook ya....in so many ways.....teehee
"Ahahahaha"... That's actually what I said...
With or at?
Uh, I dunno. I thought it was funny. No higher compliment passes my lips. Please. Tell me you intended it to be funny... and I haven't just offended yet another Gatherella...
Actually, not so much. I don't take a bit of offense, as I can see the warped humor in it, as well, it just wasn't my intent.
Even if I'm not a Gatherella, can I still keep the boots?
Well done, Donna. A lot of story in less than 100 words.
It's chocolate pudding so it's good.
And good job Donna.
I think I've been called ole puddin' brain a time or two...
Very cool. Is this the Near Death Experience of a spaceship?
Thank you for posting this to The Surreal Circus.
Thank you , Ann. No, it is merely the death of a crewman.
Cool story, I really liked the scent of fresh mown grass in there.
What a pleasant smell to be greeted by!
I think there is a strong contingent of grass aficianados here on Gather :)
nice touch ..oh the surprise ending always a winner
Glad you liked the ending, sheila.
This is wonderful donna, I liked the ending too, great writing
Thank you Elsie.
I think if I was greeted with the smell of newly mown grass, I'd sneeze. :) (allergic) I wonder if my spirit is allergic, too? Hmmm ... (don't mind me, it's late and I'm getting punchy).