The last hope to save humanity must leave two crewmembers behind.
After a difficult discussion and a round of heartfelt goodbyes, Kellogg and Lumumba climbed into the recreation module.
The module was jettisoned from the ship a few minutes later.
Hope for the survival of mankind remained as the ship continued onward.
The previously resourceful and stoic Kellogg collapsed against the module airlock and tears rushed down his face.
Lumumba crouched beside him and carefully wiped the droplets from his cheeks with her hands.
“I can’t stop thinking about my children,” he whispered.
“You will see them again,” she assured him.
“I know,” he replied with more strength in his voice, “but I hope not for such a long, long time.”
Lumumba embraced him for several minutes as the module slowly drifted through the void. When he seemed at peace, she pulled back and pressed a capsule into his hand.
“We will go to sleep for a short while now and journey to the next place together.”
Kellogg smiled and the crewmembers embraced again.
This time forever.
That’s my picture up there. I’m not totally sure why I look so angry. I may be thinking about how much I hated the Crypt Keeper as a child.
I grew up faithfully watching reruns of The Twilight Zone and Tales from the Crypt. Unfortunately, I missed the boat in terms of writing for either of those programs. I do consider both to have been wildly influential when I think back to my earliest thoughts about becoming an author and I’m grateful my parents let me watch those shows as a kid (although there were probably some nights early in my childhood my mother wished she hadn’t let me watch those shows). If you’re familiar with either program, then you know what genres are my focus. I thoroughly enjoy science fiction, suspense, the twist ending, and some horror or supernatural elements as well. Honestly, when I was a kid the Crypt Keeper scared the hell out of me. As an adult, I’ve really learned to embrace the puns.
Historical fiction is a favorite of mine as well, and the root of that is shared with my profession. I am an educator by trade, and I teach American History. I consider some of the best writing I’ve ever done to be within the realm of historical fiction and I really enjoy saturating my mind in the research end of those projects.
I would make the argument that storytelling is in my blood. Even my sister mulled, very briefly (about 45 minutes), launching a career as a screenwriter! My last name is one of those Irish (and, apparently, formally Manx) ones with a wonderfully researched history -“the story-teller’s descendant”. On of the first day of school each year, I do share that “my name is Mr. Scully, and that rhymes with Kelly”, just so I do not hear the myriad of mispronunciations on the first day.
Several years ago, I started a blog similar to this one to highlight my middle years as a teacher. If that aspect of my life is of any interest to you at all, you can still find that blog online. During my summers, I really have time to pursue my writing projects and this blog will highlight some of that work. My first attempts to sit down and write extensively occurred when I was 15, but only a few years ago did I make setting time aside to write a priority. I’ve also benefited wildly over the years from many willing readers among my family and friends. The direction and feedback from those individuals has been invaluable.
Outside the world of the written word, I am an educator, basketball coach, lecturer, and (very, very occasionally) a landscaper. I have only ever known Western Pennsylvania as my home.
Although I love a good novel, I am absolutely unable to resist the power of the short story. The latter is really what I hope to be remembered for one day.
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As Vonnegut says, ‘And so it goes.’
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