Wednesday, March 21, 2012

No post

Sorry about no-posting on you guys. I got a new computer and am half way through transferring files between it and my old one... which means I can't find half my files. How about some instant flash fiction, instead? The following is a 3Dimage I made a week ago and I think I'll make up a story to explain it.

Shrill, happy-child giggles echoed throughout the halls, ricocheting off every surface, as shrill noises were want to do when every surface is made of glass. Ishmael pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes tight. His beloved nephews were in the board room again. The Chess King was not going to be happy if they left finger prints all over the place. Again.

If? What was he thinking? Of course they were going to leave fingerprints all over. He loved the little tyrants, really he did. But if he'd wanted to raise little glasswork babies, he'd have married and had some. Life in the Glass Palace was no place for a family. Not that he had any choice but to raise his recently orphaned nephews here, of course. He still had ten years left on his indenture contract. He had been lucky to get an indenture in the first place.

Ten years previous, he'd been a wild young man who'd thought he knew it all. He'd joined with up with a band of like-minded glasswork youths and rebelled against the Chess King. Well, they had thought they were rebelling. The king thought they were a bunch of moronic children. Hence the twenty year indenture to the Glass Palace, "repaying his dept to society" by polishing and shining all the kings ridiculous baubles.

And now he would have to polish the king's pride and joy, a larger than life, living chess set. He entered the board room with a fierce glare on his face, determined that this time, they were not going to weasel out of the punishment they had coming. But then he saw Garth and Gantry looking at him with such earnest little faces. Ishmael signed in resignation. How could he possibly sand the little tyrants' butts after they made him a sign like that?


Savanna Kougar said...

"sand the little tyrants' butts" Love that, Rebecca. Hmmm, a living glass chess set... I like that. Hope your computers behave.

Savannah Chase said...

Hope you get everything in order...

Pat C. said...

Y'know, if you wanted, you could probably have a nice second-genre career writing fantasy, or the ever-popular "unclassifiables." This is so unique.

Wasn't Chess King a clothing store chain? Maybe it still is. I don't go to malls much any more.

Savanna Kougar said...

"Chess King - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Chess King was a United States men's clothing retailer created by the Melville Corporation. From its founding in 1968 it grew to over 500 locations by the mid ... "

Yeah, I thought I remembered Chess King from the 80s.

Yeah, the malls are so twelve years ago, imo, for a whole slew of reasons.

Rebecca Gillan said...

Most of what I write is fantasy in one way or another. Of course, most of it eventually careens over into fantasy romance at some point or another. Even my shape shifter stuff has a decided fantasy feel to it. ;)

I'm glad you liked it! After re-reading it myself, I find myself wonder just what the Chess King wants with this sort-of reformed rebel without a cause. I think I'm going to add this bit of flash to my "stuff to work on" folder.

Serena Shay said...

Great flash, Rebecca! It definitely has potential to becoming a longer leaves me with questions. :)

Love the picture!!