The Dome

The outside snowfall caused weird shadows inside the dome, making the inhabitants appear jumpy in the moonlight. Noirish. Tim watched as the few walking the streets sporadically clutched their stomachs, as if that acknowledgment of hunger was itself nourishing.  He closed the curtains to his bistro and got ready.

Six boys waited outside.  They’d been hand-chosen by the council, each a greedy mix of street smarts and cunning.  He led them in and through his basement, down a secret corridor where knives hung and echoed as they tapped the brick wall when they passed.

The drop in temperature signaled they were nearing dome’s perimeter.

“So, where we goin’ man?”  asked Micah, the shortest and the leader.  “If there’s a backdoor to the dome not snowed in, why’s it so secret?”

Tim impatiently smiled.  “It’s a special supply entrance.  We’re getting food for everyone.”

The other boys snorted with relief, but Micah quickened his pace.  “Ok, cool.  So why so secret?  And food from where?”

“Somebody answered our SOS, simple as that.”  Micah gave an empty nod, taking the hint.  He’s sharp, Tim thought.  He’ll keep the others in line.

It took all seven of them to push through the snow-blocked entrance.  They made the trek to a collapsed bridge, its remains scattered with the wreckage of the  intended rescuers.  When they reached the bottom, the boys rummaged desperately, cursing when they found no food, only bodies.

Tim decided to wait before telling them what came next.  From across the ice Micah only stared.

Yeah, he’s sharp.  Tim wouldn’t be surprised if Micah had figured out the bridge was intentionally compromised, that there was no SOS, that the travelers had in fact been responding to the promise of food and shelter.

But Micah was as hungry as everyone else, and food was food.  He’d keep the other boys in line.

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About lacolem1

I'm a first-year Physics graduate student who spends his long drives from Mississippi to Texas thinking of new ideas and writing/enacting stories and publishable content in his head. I've been a comic book geek since I was 12, an internet philosopher since 18, and a wannabe media inventor since five minutes in the future. I love the beauty of short form fiction a la Maupassant, the ticklish excitement of flowery prose a la Bradbury, and the strict directness of blunt imagery a la Hemingway. Alas, this is countered by my love for bad black-and-white sci-fi from the 50s, bad Benetar-esque pop music from the 80s, and Bridezillas and the Real Housewives of Atlanta. I'd like to think I have a natural talent for words and storytelling, but I guess it's up to you guys to decide
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3 Responses to The Dome

  1. sears365 says:

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  3. Really good story. And it ended at just the right place, letting my brain run off to the hills with ideas and thoughts of what could happen next. Very well written!

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