The Sprint of Courtney Revere
It should have been an email, but of course, the Internet was destroyed.
This had been way easier for her ancestor: two choices, that was it. She pulled out her cheat sheet. Cheat sheets.
One if by land, two if by sea, three if by air, four if directly from orbit . . . she skimmed. 26 if by hyperdream, whatever that was.
Courtney peered up at the church tower. 18. No, wait! She’d missed one. 19 lamps.
19 . . . 19 if by Fosterian wormhole.
Okay.
Courtney broke into a sprint. She took a deep breath. “The Neptunians are coming! The Neptunians are coming!”
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
Hahaha! Love this, David. Yanno, I’m gonna have to go read that damn poem, now (the original, of course).
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Let’s hope the receivers still know how to count now the internet’s down
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The Neptunians are coming…the Neptunians are coming. Better than the Russians.
I always say David, you should leave your imagination to Science. You are the master of flash fiction. Dale’s steeple is stellar as usual.
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PS I’m sure wherever Paul is, he too enjoyed this. 🙂
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The little kid in my story must have been channeling Courtney… Good one.
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I wrote a story about destroying the internet (it’s currently submitted and under consideration). It’s really, really hard.
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This was fun and ominous. Good thing there was a hardcopy of cheat sheets available. I did wonder why they couldn’t just send a text though.
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Ingenious response. Loved it. Her ancestor would turn in his grave.
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Very imaginative take on the prompt. I liked the subtle humour.
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Great take, David. This was such a fun read. Thank goodness it’s the Neptunians and not the Kardashians! 😂 🛸
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Dear David,
I can always count on you. Love this take. So now I want to know who the Neptunians are. 😉
Shalom,
Rochelle
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