3 Short Ones

 

 

 

3 Short Ones

 

A collection of short stories by

Gerry Chadwick

 

Not Worthy

Part1

 

Arbet was trying to get nearer to the front of the throng. As he slowly pushed his way forward to get a better view he was careful to keep watch on his mother, up to now he had been lucky as she and his brothers and sisters were all looking up, enthralled by the coming of The Messengers of the Gods, they hadn’t noticed his gradual movement and he knew now that if he could just get a little further he would be able to get past the big miners on the edges of the crowd and from there, to the front!

The coming of the Messengers had always fascinated Arbet and he didn’t see why, as mere processors, he and his siblings should be always near the back of the crowd.

“The work we do is very important” his mother had always told them, so as far as he could see they were entitled to as good a view as the miners or transporters or any other part of the company. Well, he was going to get to the front whatever it took!

Reaching the edge of the crowd he could see how it swept down towards the base of the Dias. This was where he wanted to be and, stealing a glimpse back towards his mother and siblings, he was certain they couldn’t see him now, so he made off towards his goal.

As he neared the front, he looked up at the swirling flights of The Messengers of the Gods as they brought the carrier towards the top of the Dias. Arbet knew they would place the carrier above the offerings, which would then be taken on board the huge transporter and then, to a rapturous cheer from the gathered masses, they would take the offerings up through the clouds and off to the Gods themselves. One day Arbet hoped to see the Gods, he had been told by his mother and by Advisor Emal that if he worked hard and met his quota the Gods would look kindly on him.

He would get to create his own family one day and when it was his time, he would become part of the offering and go to the Gods palace itself, like his father had. That had been a sad time and he still missed his father but, Emal had said it was his time, so he had been taken by the Messengers.

Suddenly Arbet was shocked out of his reverie by a movement in the sky above, he hadn’t yet made it to the front of the gathering and he could see behind the black enormous carrier, he also realized that the crowd had not seen what he had and had broken into The Taking chant of “Take these offerings, oh our Gods”

Arbet couldn’t believe what he was witnessing, one of the Messengers had broken formation and was floating towards the ground. It wasn’t floating, it was falling and falling very quickly. As he was already near to the edge of the crowd it didn’t take him long to get to the outer edge and from there along the edge to the back of the Dias. There was no-one here as the view was restricted by support beams which held the offerings in place on the platform. Arbet

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: Gerry Chadwick
Bildmaterialien: Gerry Chadwick
Cover: Gerry Chadwick
Lektorat: Gerry Chadwick
Satz: Gerry Chadwick
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 04.12.2020
ISBN: 978-3-7487-6707-7

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