Written for Alastair’s Photo Fiction. Story begins after the photo
Genre: Science Fiction/Humor
Word Count: 250
The famous and the rich swirled around him like planets orbiting a star. The bravest man in the world, Rex Stoneman, took it all in with the majesty of a king. He shook hands and signed posters, gracing each and all with his patented smile. Eventually Rex reached the two scrubby scientists standing alone at the base of the structure. He shook the hand of the elder one first. “Good to meet you at last, Professor Balfur!”
“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Stoneman.” He gestured to the man beside him. “My colleague, Dr. Harrison.”
Stoneman looked up at the spoked structure. “So what is this, Professor?”
“It’s a wormhole generator.”
“I’ve eaten more than one worm in my record-breaking swim through the Amazon!”
The crowd cheered.
“Not that sort, I’m afraid, but testing it will be incredibly dangerous.”
“Danger is my middle name!”
The crowd cheered.
“How does it work, Professor?”
“Well. It starts spinning until a critical factor is reached. You’ll be injected into the middle where your flesh and bone will be torn apart into the consistency of hamburger. Further, even that will be shredded into component atoms whereupon you’ll be hurled to distant space and mashed back together, hopefully in your original form. Your chances of survival are dismal, but if it succeeds, it will be glorious!”
The bravest man in the world was gone. Balfur and Harrison stood alone.
Harrison murmured in the awful quiet. “I think you need to work on your delivery.”
Each week, Alastair Forbes presents an original photo as a writing prompt. The work may contain 100-200 words (400 in a literary emergency). Everyone is welcome to participate. Will you not join this group for literary chutzpah? Original prompt is here: http://alastairsphotofiction.wordpress.com/2013/10/13/photo-fiction-october-13th-2013/