Hi… and welcome to my writing blog.
NPR recently held a 3 minute fiction contest. The rules were simple: write an engaging, fictional story in 600 words or less that would take about 3 minutes to read. All the stories had to begin with “She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door.”
Here’s my entry. Let me know what you think.
She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. Walked, perhaps, is not the best verb to describe how my how my Great-Aunt Marigold moved through the door. Hobbled is more accurate. She hobbled through the door.
Marigold Ambrose was 86 years old the day she shut the pneumatic door of the Antiquities and Rare Books collection for the last time. She shuffled over to the disrobing station and carefully peeled off her “space suit.” She dropped the gloves, mask, and jumper into the laundry shoot and wondered whether they’d bother to recycle them now. As she stretched down to tug the purple protective booties off her orthotic shoes she felt the familiar zing of pain across her lower back and she thought, why bother?
So for the first time in 52 years of service at Darwin College, Dayton, Ohio, USA, Old Earth, my Great-Aunt Marigold ignored procedure. She’d leave the blasted booties on until she could sit down some where comfortable and take them off.
She returned to the door and fingered the keypad lock. A triple tweet, like that of the blue bird that once lived in the garden behind her childhood home, assured her that the lock was in place.
She allowed herself a last lingering look at the comfortable room where she spent so many years welcoming visitors — those few she had — and reading her books.
Real books. Printed on paper with hard covers of leather or cloth over boards.
She thought about the smell and the sound that greeted her when she opened an old friend. The slightly nutty whiff of mildew and dust accompanied by a whisper crackle as the paper bent to open wide. “Hello” it said, “welcome back,” “lets snuggle up and read a bit, shall we?”
But that was the past. Her half a century– a mere turn of the page compared to these books– as guardian had come to an end, and no one was coming to replace her.
No one, indeed, would be coming at all.
No amount of arguing, debating, pleading on Marigold’s part had swayed the board of directors from their plan to abandon the Collection to Earth when the rest of the thriving institution moved off planet.
They had taken great strides to protect the books. What had once been a light filled, airy library was enclosed in dome of concrete three meters thick. Every breath Marigold had taken in her professional life had been carefully filtered and monitored through the ever humming HVAC-plus system. Neither dust mites, nor terrorists, nor book thieves could penetrate this modern day pyramid.
One day, perhaps soon, perhaps a thousand years hence, some Howard Carter of literature would crack through this building’s massive outer shell, reopen this door and rediscover this treasure trove of printed gems.
She had taken the trouble of placing her favorite volumes in the bookcase of the Visitor’s Parlor. So when the door beeped again the new reader would be greeted by Shakespeare, Austen, Orwell, Gaskell, Thackeray, and Tolkien.
Marigold touched the handle to the outside door. The digital lock counted down from ten as the air equalized.
She steeled herself for her new life and whispered a paraphrased last line from Vanity Fair… “Come, children, let us shut up the box… for our story is played out.”
Then she walked into the future.
May 23rd, 2012 at 9:33 pm
That made me sad. But it was very good!
May 24th, 2012 at 1:31 pm
Good luck, Rita. I hope it is chosen. Short writing is difficult and this sub-category strikes me as even more difficult. I especially liked all the little details you managed to include. I could see Marigold.
May 24th, 2012 at 1:39 pm
I did not make the cut on NPR (I hardly expected to given the number of entries.) The story that did win was just lovely and heartbreaking. I cried while listening to it. But I did like mine and wanted to share. More to come…
May 30th, 2012 at 2:49 pm
Enjoyed reading your blogs and your story was terrific! Good luck.
May 30th, 2012 at 5:40 pm
Thanks Pat! I hope you’ll stop by again to read some more. Cheers, Rita