dizzy :: spit :: replacement :: grey :: campfire
I’m needing to write more of NANO, so I’ve made the prompts this week part of my NANO writing. If you wanted to read my novel synposis and an extract you could click on the NANO symbol, which will take you to my NANO profile.
This character is called Sam, he is a ten year old boy whose parents want him to be safe.
Sam’s head was spinning as the acceleration grew, his stomach bolted inside him. His body drummed against the straps holding him down, each limb dizzy with a separate sense of the hurricane that was surrounding him. He might have been replaced with a new person, someone who had spent their life bandaged and was now being slowly unpeeled, a mummy emerging from their treasure soaked grave to find a grey, old world. Beneath Sam’s body and the vertical ascent of the rocket the earth turned, campfires spreading to wildfire spreading to smoke. They’d made it through an ash cloud’s dense belly, their speed propelling them through the atmosphere. Self induced combustion driving them onwards, upwards. The heaviness of the ship beckoning at gravity lessened as the first engine fell away, and with it the next kicked into action, spitting their own trail of smoke behind them they carved into the sky.
Feedback welcome! How is Sam going to respond to being in space? I have no idea, yet…