F3: ‘Celerity’

CELERITY

The air hums with a warm static. Quinn can feel the insistent tug of the kite, swooping lazily overhead. The copper flames of Saint Elmo lick at its treated fibres; a chaotic pattern born of the breeze. Tightening the harness, our man permits himself a brief glance behind. The bulge is fast approaching; racing over the horizon, drowning the mudflats, and lapping against the mangroves.

We’ve been waiting for this. Three billion of us, lost – like Quinn – in a single moment. We feel the alien light, dense and oppressive. We feel the kite’s strain, pulling at our arm muscles. We see with his eyes; unblinking, wild with possibility. But where he sees victory, we see the chance of salvation.

A ship and its captain. A point of calm at the front of the tidal swell.

Then celerity.

2 replies on “ F3: ‘Celerity’ ”
  1. Beautifully written. I’m not entirely sure I follow, but my best guess is that you’re writing about the first use of, and Earth’s observation of, some kind of alien FTL technology. The metaphors seem to fit.

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