by Lili J.
"Good morning, Earth! Marcus Waymire here!" Daily Flash Fiction Challenge 6/27/20
|Marcus woke up with a raging headache. His alarm clock rang right next to his ear, his head throbbed with every pulse.
"Just another wonderful morning," he muttered. Yawning, he turned off the oppressive alarm. Marcus got himself up from his silk sheet bed, then walked straight to the bathroom. He took off his white robe and got the water ready for his daily shower. The pristine white marble was cold beneath his feet as he stepped in.
After getting himself cleaned, he dressed in a crisp black suit and matching pants. He knotted the tie routinely and dried his blond hair until it was nice and soft. Before leaving the room he checked his perfect face and combed his hair to the desired result.
He walked to the elevator, a voice called out from the speakers.
"Cameras start in ten minutes, Mister Waymire."
Marcus groaned, "Understood, dismiss."
He pressed the basement button. Once the elevator stopped, he stepped off and looked aside him. Containers lined the metal walls of the basement. Marcus continued to walk on until he placed one hand on a container. He turned around and looked at the plated label. MARY-9071.
Marcus mourned for a moment, remembering his sister, Marianne. He looked across and stared at another container. His container, MARK-9073. The days when he learned what he could from her, her raven bun never out of place on her head; he would never forget.
He gave one last look and headed back to the elevator. When he got on the third floor, he sits down in a leather rolling chair and stares at the screen. He loses control of his actions.
"Good Morning, Earth. Marcus Waymire here."
For a moment, he feels human.
MARK-9073 stares wistfully at the camera, "Please come home soon."
Word Count: 292