Tuesday, January 09, 2007
New Beginning 183
The massive red sun rose over a rocky red mesa of steaming pits and dusty craters.
Thin, dry clouds rolled across the sky. Silvery lizards skittered around the rocks, slipping from hidden cracks and snatching insects from the air. Here and there, cacti and patches of razor-sharp grass peeked from beneath outcroppings or rose tenaciously from cracks in the rock. A dry wind brushed the edge of a canyon.
Eight dark shapes swept over the canyon's edge and dove into the crevice in a single fluid curve.
A man's voice barked from the front of the formation: "Devil Eight, left to survey basking terrain, Devil Six backup! Go!"
Two of the shapes broke away. The rider on the left cast a salute back at them before they spun out of sight.
They careened deeper into the canyon. Thousands of feet below the surface, the crevice widened suddenly into a cave.
Rich, copper-hued walls glistened all around them, while a fecund smell rose from the damp cave bottom. But this was not a sight-seeing tour; they had but one objective.
The advance scouts continued on, even as the cave tapered to a nearly impassable corridor. A few tight turns and they caught sight of their target: an immense, pulsating sphere, filling the passageway ahead.
“There it is!” the leader shouted. “Full ahead! We have to break through the outer surface if our mission is to have any meaning at all!” And with that order, they surged forward, the survival of their race in the balance.
"I don’t know . . . ” The Literary Review editor looked across the table at his colleagues. “Maybe we do have a winner here; it’s certainly the first time I’ve read a sex scene from the sperm’s point of view.”
Opening: Detritus.....Continuation: ril