Pearls cure

Pearls cure

a novle by

Fleur De'La Fay

I drift past the floating colony of planet Mars. Fiery red that was once the surface of the planet is all but blocked out. Now roads and home units crowd the swirling scarlet that can only be seen in old, forgotten school text books with names and slogans scrawled impudently across the cracked and ancient pages. Threw the polished dome that covers the arctic pole of mars, I can see some weird looking creatures called penguins. They waddle and slid carefree in their domed enclosure. Weighed down by some science word, that isn’t in my mind but instead where it should be, in those long forgotten pieces of crap they call “text books” gravy something or other. The little black and white bodies of the fantastic beasts barely skim the surface of the sparkling ground. They look cheerful to be in their own skin, so unlike me who wishes I could guild like that. As I watch the happy little animal winding and twisting I’m struck by an odd thought. One upon I time I did guild across the brilliant white ground. But what was t called? "Snow" I say the word out loud testing it on my tongue. I have vague memories of looming emerald trees and bright dancing lights during a time when “snow” littered the frozen ground. I push the thoughts angrily away. Earth, I spit the word far into outer space. I wish I could slam it into a black hole send it packing, away, away from me forever. Every disappointing thing I am comes from Earth. Every unintelligent and dense feature about me was conceived and planed there, from my mysterious curtain of glooms day black hair to my startling sea green eyes. I have another fleeting memory of men made of snow, frosty cheeked children who pack all the white they can fit in their chubby gloved hands into a ball. I remember tall dark hats and angry coal eyes watching me. Ah! I shake my head rattling my brain in my skull. I’m mixing up my unwanted memories. As I try desperately to dislodge the terrible sense of being watched by those cold unfeeling eyes I lose the star trail I was using to navigate home only to drift past Indus, the first star colony, also the governments’ biggest screw up in the history of man. I’ve never really hated the government but I think I hate them for what they did to the poor People of Indus. When the earth looked like it was gong to blow up from some kind of house gases, blue or pink or green something like that. The government developed the first space hotel. They then realized that they would need more than 50 luxurious rooms to house all of humanity so they set up the star colonies of Indus. Those 40 lab rats never did find their cheese. But they died trying. When I’m in a “mood” as my aunt calls it I find some peace coming out here. The inflated body’s never really bothered me. Tomorrow I won’t cut class I silently promise the floating graves. For tomorrow is the day we honor the sacrificial lambs of science. * * *