I sat fidgeting in the passenger seat of the white station wagon as it raced through vaguely familiar scenery, my anxiety building. My mind was racing. All I could think about was reaching our destination, what awaited me there? Would the hours I’d spent on a plane racing to get to her be enough, would she wait for me, would I arrive only to find that she had gone unable to hold on any longer?
Could she somehow know I was on my way to her? Racing to hug and kiss her and tell her how very much I loved her and how important she was to me? Racing for what, although I could not yet admit to myself, would be our final goodbye. I break from my train of thought to glance over at the Speedo “Paul, can we go any faster?” I ask my step dad already knowing what his answer will be “No sweets” what are the chances of him letting me drive I wonder, again knowing what his answer would be. There is nothing I can do but to sit, trapped in my impatience. I let the familiar scenery trigger childhood memories of other trips taken to spend time with her, but none like this.
Those trips had been that of a child carefree and innocent on her way to spend the holidays with her Nana. But this trip was different, filled with trepidation purpose and fear. It was to see my beloved Grandmother one last time and say my farewells. And to be there for my mother, who would be going through a pain I could only imagine. Pain I would give anything to spare her from. But there is no sparing her from this. All I could do was be there. And that’s what I would do, even though we had not always got along, the reality that all too soon it would be my turn to say goodbye to my mother came crashing in. And that realisation gave me a clarity to see through all the petty differences and know only that I loved this woman who gave me life and she loved me, despite my many doubts about that fact. I now realised that I was also racing to her. My mum needed me and I needed to be there for her.
At last the words I had been so impatient to hear “we’re here Tan”.
My feet found purchase on the gravely car park, barely waiting for the car to come to a complete stop, impatience pushing me forward. I waved a vacant hello to my aunt as I sped toward the front door of the small hospital. A quick hope that she would both understand and forgive my rudeness ran through the back of my mind.
But now I was finally here and all I could think of was getting to her. I paused briefly to take in my new surroundings. The sterile hospital smell filled my nose as I shot a questioning glance toward Paul “Up there” he said pointing up the short corridor toward the door I both longed and dreaded to walk through.
Auto pilot took over now and moved me forward, prompted my hand to clamp the long silver handle and leaver it to open the door. It took only seconds for my eyes to scan the small room to take in the faces of my family and a split second to find the one I was looking for “Mum” my mind vaguely registered the action as my hand bag leaves my fingers and slides across the floor. I reach out for my mother and as we hug our tears flow.
The years of bitter words and wounded ego's disappeared as my mothers arms held me my sobs shaking my body. Both of us knowing the hours ahead of us would be harder than any we'd faced before and knowing that we'd face them together.
The anomaly, a giant complex built on top of some ancient ruins the first survey found. No wonder this place was kept under wraps. The tech here is like nothing I've ever seen, weirder is how quiet it is here. The occasional grunt or snort of a pinky or the sound of clawed feet tapping against the metal floors. Guess I'll enter the complex now, hopefully the source of this invasion is inside.
Well that was satisfying. Walk into the base and twelve pinkies just sittin around a slime pool, themselves surrounded by slime barrels. One rocket into the middle of the group led to one of the most spectacular explosions I've seen. Blood and slime every-fuggin-where. Found one of the UAC automaps and loaded it into the PDA, surprisingly simple layout for this base, no clue why they shaped it like a star on top of a wand though.
Went through the north door, wall closed behind me, not sure why, it didn't sound mechanical either. Two rooms, one on the left, one on the right. Filled with pinkies, they ate my bullets and the rooms gave me some back as a reward. Nothing left in this place but an elevator up located in the center of the star.
Must be where I'm headin next...
Social Media. Instagram, Facebook, Tumblr, Twitter, Snapchat, YouTube...are becoming our lives. Adults and Children sit in front of screens every day-whether it's TV or a computer. I personally only have Instagram but I'm on it all the time-posting, commenting, liking photos I love. I feel as though although it's called 'social media' it's not very social. Yes you contact friends/family but you don't actually physically hang out with them. Instant/text messaging doesn't have much meaning. All you have to do is press a button to send your message. Not much effort at all. Why not write a letter, get some fresh air outside? Do something else. I can't believe I'm spending my freewriting session writing about social media...Done for today!
Classified Ad: Ventriloquists Dummy for sale. Barely used. Reason for selling: has a mind of it's own... When Lucy read the ad she picked up the phone immediately and called. Hello. How much is the dummy? Never mind. Whatever it costs I'll buy it. I just got a divorce and I'm lonely and I think this dummy will be just what I need now... I don't know lady. This dummy thinks for itself. Yeah well I don't care. Best part about having it around is I won't have to cook for it, or do it's laundry or listen to it fart and burp after he eats. And I can put words in it's mouth whenever I want.
So when no one looking this guy goes to Mars...oh not the Mars you think the one in the galaxy way out there someplace...he goes to Mars, Iowa but being the kind of guy he was it didn't matter that his Mars was in Iowa, cause this guy was out there, be it the real Mars or the Mars in Iowa. I mean when you talked to this guy you knew he was someplace else...he mumbled and stumbled over his words like he couldn't talk and then he'd speed talk in a way you couldn't understand anyway...so this guy in Iowa, Mars, Iowa that is had to put address on a form saying where he lived and he put Mars and the clerk said I don't believer you and he said in so many words no one could understand that it was true. He lived on Mars. Dam said the lady...what's the zip code?