Thursday, April 7, 2016

Thursday Taster 90: Parallel Slip

Hello and welcome to a new Thursday Taster, the day when awesome writers all over the blogosphere come together to give you tasty bits of their last fiction. You can find the list here.

The parking lot's lamp was enlightening my room with an orange yellowing color. I had always slept in the dark at my mother's place and at my dad's too. It was strange to see shapes on the wall, to be able to stand up to grab things on my desk without needing to turn on the light. I took my book on general relativity. The geodesic were way beyond my reach, almost giving me a headache, but I had to go through this because if I couldn't become a physicist, if I couldn't understand who I truly was, I would have been slapped for nothing. I would have been standing up for myself on my own feet for nothing. The last thing I saw was the title of the fifth chapter in a blur.

"Michelle, Michelle, will you get up already?" My mother was standing in the hole that lead from my room to the kitchen.
I blinked three times, to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. It was still dark outside and I was with my mother which was pretty disturbing after being sure not to see her again in my universe. But this Michelle's mum had nothing to do with mine, somehow.
My hand fell on something, she was still calling for me. Food, in a bag, I had been packing food and half hiding it under the mattress on the floor that I used as a bed. Why? I didn't know but I didn't want to get this Michelle in trouble. I pushed the bag in the hole and I placed the flat stone back in front of it, swept the dusty ground to hide the move. I wonder if she was planning an escape.
"Michelle, it's time for you to get the water, you're going to be late again," my mother said hitting the ground impatiently with her feet.
"I'm coming," I said with a sleepy voice. It was not day yet, with the time she had spend calling for me to go get that water, she would surely had time to go get it herself.
I stood up. The ground seems really high when you sleep on the floor. I was not used to it and I somehow felt dizzy. I hope that this Michelle didn't want me here to run away for her but I remembered the words of the Pithy, I was the one coming here for some reason.
My mother grabbed my hair with both hands to get them away from my face. We leaved in a sort of hut, it was dark in the kitchen. She held my head in a sort of pony tail for a second, looking at my face.
"How many time will I have to wake you up? I can't do that every morning, you're old enough to know your duty," she said.
She turned around and sat at the wooden table, she was taking the tip of beans out, sure, she needed the water to cook them and put them in jars for the winter. I wondered how I knew that but somehow, I knew it.

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  1. I don't blame her for the escape plan. The mother is quite domineering

  2. That reality is a long way from her commanding a starship!