I really should learn how to schedule posts for when I am on holidays or busy. But I am back now.
Finish that thought gives us a starting sentence, an optional challenge we can incorporate and only 24 hours to do it in. . For week 2.41 the starting sentence was: “It is not uncommon to get melancholy when it rains.” and the special challenge was to include all five senses, OR all seven colors of the rainbow (ROYGBIV).
Moments Lost, Like Tears for Rain
It is not uncommon to get melancholy when it rains. Of all the experiences there was something about it that made it hard to recapture, and it always came across flat, whether they tried to recreate it in holo or by sense-chip. Big ticket things like as earthquakes or losing a limb were right on the money – distressingly so – as was boring every day things such as the monotony of waiting in a doctors office listening to a droning patient… to say nothing of exotic sexual acts (but to be fair, that’s where the technology had been developed).
But rain, rain simulated on a planet with its whispering hammer blows, drops that caressed intimately yet were reviled, and the petrichor – oh lord, the petrichor that was an entity and force in and of itself – none of this would be hers again. Her lot was to be stuck here in low orbit terraforming a world she could never walk. The scene playing out below her was too heady with nostalgia and longing, even if the clouds were made of methane and hydrocarbons, so she obscured the veiwports. At times like this, even small victories such as vat-grown and recombined food – such as pangolin and triceratops, two of her favourites – was of little consolation. The thick, succulent steaks were as ash in her mouth, longing for sweet rain to wash them away.
It was picked as the runner up for the special challenge:
A great capture of the senses in a unique setting, and in so few words. The sense of loss of something so simple helps us to really understand the character.