The Argonaut
An officer called through the boy’s door. “Curfew, Jason. Time to power down.”
Underground in a secret facility, Jason’s face was stained with ghosts of color as he hunched over a virtual keypad.
He was running out of time, energy, and life. Jason entered the final command. His face flushed. His brain cells sparked. Shaky, he stood and packed; snacks, flashlight, holopad.
He walked dark tunnels to an unguarded lift. No one suspected codes keeping him literally down could be cracked, not even by him, but Jason had bypassed security on his pacemaker, implanted at birth.
He controlled his heart.
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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: 100-word stories
photo prompt: Yinglan Z.
Meta-story: Just to limit consternation, I’ll briefly explain how I went from a broken-down wagon to Jason. Wagon –> Travel –> Adventure –> Jason & Argonauts –> Jason breaking free to travel. It makes sense to me.
April 18, 2017 at 9:58 am
I like the premise behind your story, although still not sure of the link to the wagon, just like my story.
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April 18, 2017 at 11:02 am
Thanks, Michael.
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April 19, 2017 at 2:26 pm
Haha Your explanation on where the prompt led you: “It makes sense to me.” Love it. Makes sense to me too, Kecia, but only because you left me the road map.
I really enjoyed the last line of the story, “He controlled his heart.” Yes, on multiple levels.
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April 19, 2017 at 2:39 pm
Your comments always make my day, Mandie. Thank you.
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April 22, 2017 at 9:17 am
A very ingenious take.
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April 22, 2017 at 9:32 am
Oh, thank you. 🙂
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April 22, 2017 at 9:41 am
Welcome.
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