Alastairs Photo Fiction – The Tunnel and Survival!

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Photograph by Alastair Forbes, Copyright 2013

The Tunnel

Sitting in the middle of  a man-made subterranean tunnel I look in both directions, no end in sight. I rewrap my wrist, still bleeding. My extrasensory abilities hear them coming, they’re probably 5,ooo meters away (roughly 3 miles). Do I escape or confront? Always about choices. They mustn’t be allowed to take me!

No time for contemplation, and yet still – why me? Why my lot in life to be genetically different from everyone else? How did they discover my difference andby Stokkete began looking for me. Luckily, someone else had known years ago. She had prepared me for this day … should it come.

Am I ready? Equipped for the fight of my life? I’m prepared but I’m scared too. Timing is everything, just as she isolates the genetic coding of my DNA – she makes a startling discovery … and vanishes! And now They are after me. I don’t know if she’s dead or live, and I don’t know who to trust. And now I have her secret too. 

Alone in a tunnel, with all the major players in the world wanting what my body contains, the next leap in human evolution – a new genetic pattern greatly expanding capabilities and longevity but even that isn’t the real discovery. The one she had just discovered, dangerous knowledge that now, only I know about!

What will I do?

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My entry for Alastairs Photo Fiction. To be part of this very fun writing challenge (which I encourage you to do) click here!

Thanks for stopping by,

Penny

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Setting the scene – Alastair’s Photo Fiction

Many of us have noticed that some scenes being viewed are classic when it comes to lending themselves to a mystery setting. The photograph is one of them. You can almost imagine this as a precursor to a Sherlock Holmes setting where something spellbinding is about to happen.

I can do no less:

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“It was the second lamppost from the corner, sir … where we stopped.” An extremely nervous cabby stammered; blinking and swallowing, while shaky hands twisted together in agitated motion.

The cabby paused here and the inspector asked, “Then what happened?”

“Well, I had been driving slowly down Wisteria Street to the address he’d given me, 205 North Wisteria when I noticed this figure walking along side the road. My passenger must have seen her too because he tapped sharply on my shoulder and said, ‘Stop, stop right here!’ Then he leaped out of the cab and ran back towards her.”

Gulping, he cleared his throat and continued. “Well sir, it was very foggy, and although it was mostly light out, they both seemed strangely shadowy, so perhaps I … didn’t really see … what I thought … I saw.” His words faded away as he stared directly into the investigator’s eyes. The expression on the cabby’s face, abject fear and terror.

He glanced over the inspector’s shoulder and shook his head, not willing to believe the gruesome carnage near the lamppost.

“Just tell me what you saw!” A terse response from the investigator, intense curiosity as to what this man must have witnessed.

“You won’t believe me … you won’t!” The cabby shuddered, took a deep breath and continued “…but my passenger held out his hand, you know like an apology or something and then the other person raised her arm and pointed and then there was this bright blue light and then, he aimed his palm at her and this red beam shot out and then another figure appeared and then more came and then, oh my god …”

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(whoops, sorry way too many words guys, gotta stop now, it would have been a good ending too, oh well maybe next time!) A most excellent photo prompt this week Alastair. For more details on how to be a part of this weekly writing challenge Click on this link Alastairs Photo Fiction .

Have a great day today,

~ Penny

Penny L Howe