Currents Run Deep
Triliton’s mining ship the Ocean Duchess set sail from Dover with the mission to strip mine the ocean floor. It was carrying a new machine that extracted all nutrients and left only bare rock behind. It was also carrying a saboteur.
<Five days later>
“They got Tre!” Joy said at the Ecological Army headquarters. “They caught him setting the dynamite.”
“Is he alive?” Nel asked.
“They brought him into a small room for a couple hours. He’s unrecognizable now. Here’s a picture I stole from a security camera.” She turned her iPad.
“Bastard!” Nel squinted. “I never thought I’d see Tre in a suit. Is that a Mercedes he’s driving?”
“Yep. They made him the Director of Environmental Affairs. Six figures. He won’t return my calls.”
“It just shows the evil we’re up against.”
<Five years later>
Joy could barely restrain from punching Tre when he turned up late one night at her apartment.
“How could you, Tre?” she demanded. “You sold yourself to the enemy.”
“Haven’t you been getting my donations?” he asked. “They were anonymous, but I thought you’d figure it out. Plus, the mission is finished.” He flipped on the TV.
“TRILITON’S ENTIRE OCEAN MINING FLEET SUNK. ECO-TERRORISM SUSPECTED.”
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I took another break from Visual Fiction this week and decided to do Alastair’s Photo Fiction prompt.
“Come on, pixies, down the hole!” the foreman yelled
The pixie miners lined up at the head of the gumdrop mine, dried and crusted sugar stuck to their overalls.
Saccrin checked his gum-saw and his bag of powdered sugar. When it was his turn, he grabbed hold of the rope and was lowered into the dim expanse below.
Their deposit was yellow and the intense smell of lemons engulfed him. In the gloom, he could see other pixies sawing out blocks of gumdrop, dusting the edges with powdered sugar and loading them on transports.
It was a hard life, being a gumdrop miner. He wore a mask, but still, diabetes and “gum-lung” were rampant. Plus, they paid him in chocolate coins.
“Hey Saccrin! Get your candy-coated butt over here. We hit a peanut brittle layer lower down; you’re on chopping duty.”
“Sugar!” Saccrin cursed and went to get his axe.
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