Their Days Are Numbered is a new year-long project authored by the collective Entropy community. It is a collaborative online novel written by the Entropy community on a weekly basis. A different author will write the next “chapter” each week, to be posted every Tuesday, following the previous post from the previous week, and following a very limited set of guidelines (that each author has one week to write the next piece after the previous week’s installment goes up, that installments should range between 150-1500 words, and that pieces should somehow incorporate a real-life occurrence, current event, news item, or other happening from that week).
Follow the entire “novel” here: Their Days Are Numbered.
The eleventh installment is presented this week by Gina Abelkop.
But then she’s like, OK OK OK OK OK OK OK OK OK LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY VERY FIRST ROCKET.
None of the “woodland creatures” (abstract shapes, as far as she was concerned) really got what was she going on about but heard the monologue whether they cared or not. She was really loud.
OK OK OK OK OK
She slapped the stump she was sitting on, the rough triangle of it between her legs, and started chewing on a dandelion stem as if it were a toothpick. It mulched quickly and stuck to her spitty lips. She was carefully considering the upper portion of her sightline when she suddenly got going again:
OK so when I was young– not a baby, but like, eight? Nine maybe?– my uncle was sitting at the dinner table with us. He was eating, we were eating, everyone was eating, you know, blahblahblahblah. Anyhow we’re slurping our soup and his face goes kind of pale as he looks up and he says, “There’s a rocketship, a flying rocketship in the sky outside.” Everyone stood up and went to the window to look and the sound in the room was that of much frightened shuffling and commotion even though there was only the five of us. So everyone is crowded around that window until he squints, steps back a little, and says, “No, no– it’s just an air balloon advertisement. It’s a Budweiser blimp.” The fake-crowd noises went quiet and everyone laughed and sat back down, but for a moment there we were all equally terrified of what was about to happen. Our family joined in this sci-fi terror reel unfolding in front of us, and then dismissing it just as quickly! An almost-terrifying night turned over on its heel into dull regularity just like that.
Still, no one and nothing was listening and she went on and on and on like that anyhow.