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Friday, February 11, 2011

Revolution - #fridayflash

Thanks to G.P. Ching at So, Write for my much-coveted Creative Genius Blog Award.

In the spirit of receiving this award, I hope my story for this week is worthy. I will be looking to pass this award onto other #fridayflash writers.

Revolution


She was hurting all over. The mattress was lumpy and scratchy; her sides ached from tossing and turning. She felt something biting, stinging her face. She groaned, clapping her hands, trying to scare whatever it was before she was eaten alive. ‘Ouch! Pesky little creatures!’ she snarled through clenched teeth. She slapped at the air a few more times, then groped around, looking for a light switch.
Her water glass fell with a clunk and a splish onto the wooden floor. ‘Darn!’ she whispered as loud as she dared.
‘Ha!’ Finally her fingers found an object and she pressed hard. ‘Whoops!’ she squeaked, clamping her hands over her mouth. The radio blared, filling the night with foreign chatter. She felt a knob and turned...silence…
      She looked around in the semi darkness, alert to strange sounds seeping in through her tiny window. She held her head in her hands, gathering her thoughts, waiting for her heartbeat to settle. 'Oh Rick you stupid fool. You should have listened to me just this once!'
      The noises were getting louder and louder, the chants seeping into her room. She threw back the moist covers and staggered to the window.
      What she saw both terrified and excited her. 
      Thousands of people were moving into the town square, waving flags and placards. Some were in Arabic, some in bad English, but they all had the same message. A whiff of revolution was in the air. She was going to see history in the making.
But history was going to have to wait.
And so was Rick. He was going to be damn sorry he fired her. 
She staggered back to bed and fell into an exhausted sleep, the strange chanting hovering around the edge of her consciousness. Just as dawn was breaking the sounds changed. She heard the call to prayer echoing across the rooftops. The city was waking up. She guessed that somewhere on top of a minaret there was a muezzin calling the faithful to pray. But did he have to use a microphone? Her poor head.
She was still woozy with fatigue when her feet hit the floor. The sounds she’d heard through the night were now gaining in tempo.
She was going to get the story of a lifetime.
With bleary eyes she watched the first peep of light on the horizon. She could just make out quaint orangey rooftops crammed close together like hotels on a Monopoly board. She could see tiny figures like ants moving around the square below. A rush of excitement flowed through her body. She grabbed her cameras and did a quick check.
Rifling through her backpack, she found her mobile phone and called Rick's number.
‘Lisa, where the fuck are you?’
‘Cairo.’

THE END

©DeniseCovey2011

11 comments:

Cathy Webster (Olliffe) said...

I've had nights like that, Denise. Usually the mornings aren't rife with revolution, though! This was exciting - the crowds, the mystery of her being fired, the phone call to Rick... all a glorious adventure in the making!

L'Aussie said...

Woh, thank's Cathy! Lovely of you to visit/comment. I'm glad you liked it.

Rachel Blackbirdsong said...

Very timely story and it felt completely authentic. I have friends of friends who are covering the situation over there. Scary and exciting all at once. Love the part about her being fired and doing the job anyway.

Deanna Schrayer said...

Timely and exciting piece Denise. You really nailed the pace here.

So glad to see you've received the Creative Genius Award! Congratulations!

Harry said...

Wouldn't that be exciting? Very well written. Made me think of that Nick Nolte movie "Under Fire".

Steve Green said...

Lisa is definitely in the place that has the world's eyes on it just now.
A scoop in the making...

suck it up Rick!!

Nice topical story Denise.

L'Aussie said...

Rachel: It would be scary/exciting to be there. I hope your friends of friends are safe.

Deanna: Thanks for that.

Harry: I'll have to check out the movie.

Steve: Yep. Suck it up Rick!

Stephen said...

Sometimes, fate is on our side. For Lisa, that appears to be the case as she's in the right place for the story of the decade.

L'Aussie said...

Stephen: Yes, the right place at the right time. Works for me.

G.P. Ching said...

Ripped from the headlines! There's nothing like being in the right place at the right time. I think your story was brilliant and you are well deserving of the blog award!

L'Aussie said...

G.P: Thank you!