minute without seemingly making much progress, Flower had had enough.
“Jude, maybe I’ll just go back and wait for you inside. I probably should have mentioned that I’m a bit afraid of heights.”
“Hang on Flower, we couldn’t possibly be closer. Look, my balcony is just there…what the…!”
Pointing to the balcony, Jude was so surprised by what he saw that he lost his footing and tumbled over the edge of the stairs pulling Flower over with him. She screamed as they fell towards the balcony and the small silver saucer-shaped craft. Before either of them could think, they landed, smacking hard on the floor of the vehicle which teetered unhappily at their arrival. At once, they found themselves in an austere, metallic chamber much larger than the craft’s exterior would suggest. Quite dazed, Jude and Flower were slow to sit up. Just as the pair struggled to lift themselves, two strange things happened. First, something green darted by them. Second, and more annoyingly by Jude’s estimation, they were treated to a shower of two hundred tiny, plastic packages.
“Ouch,” said Flower not appreciating the packages’ jagged corners which pricked her face and neck.
Suddenly there was a rumble and Flower and Jude found the floor vibrating beneath them.
“I think we ought to get out of here,” said Flower prudently.
Jude lifted one of the plastic packages.
“How about that?” he said narrowing his eyes in puzzlement. “Fortune cookies.”
Just as he spoke those words, the large domed roof of the spacecraft came down upon them with a loud clicking noise and the two humans watched helpless as the ship effortlessly glided up into the sky. Flower grabbed onto Jude as she looked down through the translucent floor and saw Boston’s lights quickly getting further and further away. Within moments, they entered the stratosphere. Flower felt nauseous and closed her eyes while Jude could only marvel at the scene in front of him. Mouth agape, he watched as the Earth came into full view, its brilliance illuminating the cabin. He sat silently and stared while the ship zoomed through the solar system. As they were passing Jupiter, the mosquito landed on his nose.
Part 2 – The Bomb
Chapter 10
It was a chilly February day in Boston in the year 1774, when Governor Thomas Hutchinson returned home after a weekend at Milton Hill. After ordering a pot of tea, the morose looking politician set his walking stick next to the creaky old banister and ascended to his study holding the hand of his youngest niece. On entering the study, Hutchinson placed his hat on the bust of the King of England which proudly stared across the room from its perch on the corner of the Governor’s writing desk. The tall chapeau sunk down obscuring the King’s hair and eyes as Hutchinson plopped down into his favorite fine Georgian chair and beckoned to his niece.
“Susanna?” he called, seeing that she was busying herself playing with the family dog on the floor. “Hath you brought your volumes that I might read to you before your afternoon lessons?”
“Dearest Uncle Tom, I ha’ seen neither one nor t’other of ‘em since I ha’ been with ye at the Estate,” she replied matter-of-factly and in the vernacular of common folk which pained Hutchinson every time he heard it from his tender relation.
“Now, young Sue, it is not becoming for a young lady such as yourself to lose possessions so important to the natural growth.” He turned and stared out the window, looking down at the bustling intersection of Garden Court and Fleet Street, trying to forget his annoyance. ’Tis not the girl who grieves you, he thought.
“We must get your head screwed on the other way entirely,” he said turning back to the girl, “for the years are short before it will be time to find you a suitable man.” As he contemplated the fate of the lost books, the old favorite rhyme came to Hutchinson’s
“Jude, maybe I’ll just go back and wait for you inside. I probably should have mentioned that I’m a bit afraid of heights.”
“Hang on Flower, we couldn’t possibly be closer. Look, my balcony is just there…what the…!”
Pointing to the balcony, Jude was so surprised by what he saw that he lost his footing and tumbled over the edge of the stairs pulling Flower over with him. She screamed as they fell towards the balcony and the small silver saucer-shaped craft. Before either of them could think, they landed, smacking hard on the floor of the vehicle which teetered unhappily at their arrival. At once, they found themselves in an austere, metallic chamber much larger than the craft’s exterior would suggest. Quite dazed, Jude and Flower were slow to sit up. Just as the pair struggled to lift themselves, two strange things happened. First, something green darted by them. Second, and more annoyingly by Jude’s estimation, they were treated to a shower of two hundred tiny, plastic packages.
“Ouch,” said Flower not appreciating the packages’ jagged corners which pricked her face and neck.
Suddenly there was a rumble and Flower and Jude found the floor vibrating beneath them.
“I think we ought to get out of here,” said Flower prudently.
Jude lifted one of the plastic packages.
“How about that?” he said narrowing his eyes in puzzlement. “Fortune cookies.”
Just as he spoke those words, the large domed roof of the spacecraft came down upon them with a loud clicking noise and the two humans watched helpless as the ship effortlessly glided up into the sky. Flower grabbed onto Jude as she looked down through the translucent floor and saw Boston’s lights quickly getting further and further away. Within moments, they entered the stratosphere. Flower felt nauseous and closed her eyes while Jude could only marvel at the scene in front of him. Mouth agape, he watched as the Earth came into full view, its brilliance illuminating the cabin. He sat silently and stared while the ship zoomed through the solar system. As they were passing Jupiter, the mosquito landed on his nose.
Part 2 – The Bomb
Chapter 10
It was a chilly February day in Boston in the year 1774, when Governor Thomas Hutchinson returned home after a weekend at Milton Hill. After ordering a pot of tea, the morose looking politician set his walking stick next to the creaky old banister and ascended to his study holding the hand of his youngest niece. On entering the study, Hutchinson placed his hat on the bust of the King of England which proudly stared across the room from its perch on the corner of the Governor’s writing desk. The tall chapeau sunk down obscuring the King’s hair and eyes as Hutchinson plopped down into his favorite fine Georgian chair and beckoned to his niece.
“Susanna?” he called, seeing that she was busying herself playing with the family dog on the floor. “Hath you brought your volumes that I might read to you before your afternoon lessons?”
“Dearest Uncle Tom, I ha’ seen neither one nor t’other of ‘em since I ha’ been with ye at the Estate,” she replied matter-of-factly and in the vernacular of common folk which pained Hutchinson every time he heard it from his tender relation.
“Now, young Sue, it is not becoming for a young lady such as yourself to lose possessions so important to the natural growth.” He turned and stared out the window, looking down at the bustling intersection of Garden Court and Fleet Street, trying to forget his annoyance. ’Tis not the girl who grieves you, he thought.
“We must get your head screwed on the other way entirely,” he said turning back to the girl, “for the years are short before it will be time to find you a suitable man.” As he contemplated the fate of the lost books, the old favorite rhyme came to Hutchinson’s
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