A mixed collection of prose and poetry written in 2026. |
| Asha approached the sending platform with the same trepidation she always brought with her to Terminus stations. While the invention of teleportation had been a welcome and necessary technological advancement at first - allowing her to live near her family in St. Cloud while keeping her tenure-track position at Boston University - like so many modern marvels, it quickly separated into a premium offering for those who could afford the privilege, and a more economical offering that everyone else used instead. If you had money, you could instantly blink to your destination. Weekend holiday in Thailand? You could leave from your home Terminus station in the suburbs of London and set foot on the island of Phuket instantaneously. If you didn't have money, you had to take the Sub-Net, which was the "Subsidized Network" that most people had to travel along. Much like the airlines of old, you'd have layover stops along the way to your ultimate destination. That weekend trip to Phuket from London? Using the Sub-Net, you might be routed first through Kyiv, then Dubai, then Chennai before ultimately ending up at a receiving platform in Phuket. Maybe it'd be a series of quick jumps, and maybe you'd have to stick around in one of the layover cities for several minutes or even upwards of an hour. Asha had always been a nervous traveler, and often got to the St. Cloud Terminus station an hour or two before her shift started in Boston. She had spent time in Milwaukee, Detroit, Cleveland, Ottawa, and one particularly memorable side trip to Bar Harbor. She really needed a direct connection today. And yet, the minute she appeared on the receiving platform and saw the Lincoln Memorial in the distance, she knew it wasn't meant to be. Word Count: 295 Prompt: Write a story that includes the words: blink, net, stick Written for: "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" |