Missing Something

Photo by: Ted Struts

Stephen fell asleep while waiting to board the ferry.

He awoke, still waiting to enter , but the ferry looked strange. He turned. His middle-aged wife Leslie looked twenty years younger.

“Okay, Dad?”

Stephen turned to Tabatha, their sixteen year old. Gawd, she looked in her twenties.

Everything seemed strange. “Uh, did I miss something?”

Tabatha, Princess of Blunt, said, “Oh, the tsunami that put you in a coma, 200 years in cryogenic sleep, and nanomeds curing us all. We’re taking you home since you woke up.”

As the ferry blasted into the sky, Stephen muttered, “Oh, is that all?”
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/06/21/23-june-2017/

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About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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33 Responses to Missing Something

  1. I think there is more when they arrive at Planet Zklonk

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  2. This seems like it could be the first link of a chain of continual awakenings from weird dreams. Nice.

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  3. List of X says:

    Well… no. He’s now divorced because no spouse can possibly keep the marriage to someone in a coma for 200 years.

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  4. michael1148humphris says:

    Loved your take on the prompt.

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  5. wmqcolby says:

    Hahaha! Nice and twisty, E.A. Rip Van Winkle of the sea.

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  6. James says:

    Actually, I wrote something both family related and otherworldly as well. The imaged seemed to call for it.

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  7. granonine says:

    What fun to journey into fantasy!

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  8. That’s wild, Eric. Your imagination seems to be on overdrive for this one. Great sci-fi story and writing. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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  9. Dear Eric,

    It seems that this photo put some of us into daydream metaphysical mode, didn’t it? Love your take. Now I have the image of Woody Allen wrapped in aluminum foil in my head. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • EagleAye says:

      “Sleeper”? Haha! That’s right. I remember him bumping into things with his wheelchair after he first woke up. So funny! I think the picture has a dreamy aspect to it. It seems to encourage otherworldly thoughts. Though, I’m pretty much there all the time anyway. πŸ˜‰ Thanks Rochelle!

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  10. jellico84 says:

    hehe! What an awakening, indeed. πŸ™‚

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  11. Quite an awakening! However did you come up with this?!!

    My story – ‘An empty bottle’

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    • EagleAye says:

      Yeah, it’s a lot to take in. I think he’s in shock. I’ve no idea precisely where these things come from. I just call it “The Nether Mind.” Thanks Keith!

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  12. Lyn says:

    Well, your Nether Mind certain took hold of that one, Eric πŸ˜€

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  13. Susan says:

    I hope he is well rested. He has a lot to catch up on. Terrific story, as always

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  14. Oh my! The stuff that happened on that ferry! 200 years in 100 words. Well done! :o)

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  15. Michael Wynn says:

    Really imaginative take on the prompt, well done

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  16. tedstrutz says:

    Typical Momus News! Good one, loved the concept of the coma.

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