the loophole

She held the surrogate’s hand, she was a pretty young woman willing to carry a child that was not her own, her husband held hers. They were in the delivery room waiting for their little bundle of joy to come into the world.

The doctor coaxed the little one into the world, and handed him to his mother.

They arrived. The witches, there were three of them, standing looking confused about why the others were there.

The mother clutched the baby closer as she recognized one as Ssamdol, the witch she had promised  first born child for the gift of song.

The father recognized one as Fasd, the witch he had promised his first born child to for love.

The surrogate laying exhausted on the bed recognized the last one as Hajilkem, the witch she promised her first born child to her to survive a car accident.

The three witches looked at each other and in unintentional unison, “I’m here for the baby.”

“Who’s baby is it?” Ssamodol asked, her claw of a finger outstretched toward the child.

“Well, its ours.” The two parents said. “But we didn’t give birth to it.”

“So its your first born child?” Hajilkem planed her lender hands on her leather clad hips.

“Sorta, but biologically its not mine.” The surrogate said sleepily.

The witches looked between themselves. Fasd sighed, “Where does that leave us?”

“We should have written down what we did last time this happened.” Ssamodol rubbed her nose. “We alternated, I don’t remember the schedule.”

“The last schedule sucked, having to fly it back and fourth every week was exhausting.” Hajilkem tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder. “What if we did months this time?”

“How do we do holidays?”  Ssamoldol shook her head.

“We usually celebrate together.”

Fasd nodded in agreement. “These mortals thinking they can get out of promises with more promises.”

“Who gets him first?”Ssamodol reached out her arms for the baby, plucking it out of it’s mothers arms.

“Who gets him last?” Fasd suggested. “You take him for now, I’ll fetch him next month.”

They disappeared in a cloud of smoke leaving the parents befuddled.

 

 

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The Storm

“Do you think this is going to have a happy ending?” He shouted as they marched through the dust storm.

Wind whipped their clothes, embedding dirt and sand into every crease and fold of clothing. Her heir was a tangled mess and her skin stung from the thousands of particles fired at her from the storm.

“What do you mean? Happy is a retaliative term.” She shouted into the wind.

“Like not total disaster.”

“Which would entail what exactly?”

“I don’t know!” He huffed and walked faster leaving her slightly behind him. “Why are you so infuriating?”

“I’m just trying to understand you.” She muttered too softly to be heard over the storm.

“Hurry up, we don’t want to get separated in this weather.”

She obliged walking faster over the slippery sand to keep up with his long strides. He seemed to never run out of energy while she was getting exhausted from battling the elements and trying to keep her footing.

“What if we can’t find them?” She stumbled over the sand.

“That would be bad.”

“So disaster?”

“Well us not finding them and then dying would be the worse case. A not happy ending.”

She nodded her understanding, though she doubted he saw it through the storm. The wind seemed to be lightening up a bit, but sandstorms could last for days.

“I see you’re ship!” She pointed excitedly at the hulking metal structure just visible though the blasting sand.

They took off running towards it. He pounded on the hull of the ship until they opened the hatch to let them inside.

“I’m so glad we found you!” He panted shaking sand out of his clothes and hair.

“Did you think we would leave without you?” His captain asked.

“I know you would not leave your first mate behind, we were worried you were also lost in the storm.” She said to the captain.

The captain nodded, “We leave this desert of a planet in fifteen minutes, get to your stations.”

“You’re coming with us, right?” He asked taking her hand in his.

“I cannot, I have to stay here. This is my home.”

“I left my home and I’ve been doing okay.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“Space does not agree with my species. You know this.”

“It would be a happy ending if you did.”

“Is it disaster if I stay here?” Her voice broke on the last word, betraying her.

He touched her cheek. “I would break my heart.”

She sobbed tears running in trails down her dirty face. Her eyes stung from the salt. Leaving her planet would mean death, but staying meant never seeing him again.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He soothed.

“I cannot go and I cannot stay.”

“Ten minutes.” The captain announced.

“Can you stay here instead?” She pleaded.

“I’ve got to help run the ship.”

“But…” She sighed knowing it was useless to argue with humans, “I need to stay on my own planet.”

He lowered the ramp and she hopped out. She scurried away from the ship to avoid being cooked by the lift off procedure. Once at a safe distance she looked at the majestic ship and waved. dust stuck to the places on her cheeks that were wet from tears. The storm raged around her as she shuffled back to her people.

 

 

 

Daily Prompt: Moon

via Daily Prompt: Moon

 

“Why would you ever want to go there?” John asked as they looked up at the glowing orb.

“I think it would be cool.” Eric muttered, “I’ve always wanted to see the spaceport. There’s a whole galaxy out there for us to explore and here we are sitting on your parent’s roof.”

“We’re like fifteen.”

“It takes seven years to train for crew on a galactic ship.” Eric said transfixed by the brightness that radiated from the spaceport. “I want to be the youngest pilot in the fleet.”

“You would have had to join up three years ago, and they don’t let anyone under seventeen train.”

Eric pulled out a piece of paper. “Well you see, I am seventeen according to this.”

“Its so fake they wouldn’t even need a scanner.”

Eric snatched the paper back and climbed back through the window making sure he knocked all of the picture frames to the floor.

“Dick.” John called from the roof.

“My name is not Dick.”

It took Eric three years before they finally allowed him to join.

“You should join with me.” Eric insisted holding out his enlistment papers with their approved stamp.

“Someone has to stay behind.”

“To do what?”

“Make sure you have a home to come home to of course.”

“Its a five year mission what could possibly happen.”

“A lot could happen.” John got a far way look in his eye. His voice cracked, “Just come home okay?”

Eric hugged his long time friend. “I will.”

He crawled back through the window careful to avoid the photos on the desk that they had used to get onto the roof so often there were practically footprints on the wood.

“When do you start training?”

“I’ve got till the end of the week. Training starts on the station, once that’s done I’m assigned to Achelois for five years. After that I’m free to come home.”

“That’s a long time to be in space…”

“I’ll send you pictures, okay? Or how bout one of those ‘my friend went to space and all I got was this stupid shirt’ shirts?”

“You’re a dick.” John said coming through the window.

“I’ll see you Friday before I go!” Eric said hopping down the steps and out the door. He didn’t want to tell his friend that he would be shipping out for the station sooner, saying goodbye was too hard. His mother and father were the only ones who knew the real date he was leaving they would drive him.

The port was crowed and Eric almost got lost a dozen times in the twisty maze of terminals. He made it to his gate and when his boarding group was called he marched onto the plane.

He buckled himself in with shaking hands, hoping the woman next to him did not notice his excessive sweating.

The station on the moon was even more confusing, being an intergalactic port. He hardly made it out with his bag. He followed the signs to the recruitment gathering station. He held out his letter repeatedly and people pointed him in different directions. To his mild relief there were plenty of humans around, all the signs cycled through the variety of earth languages and many alien ones.

There was a small cluster of people at the recruitment gathering station, they looked just as scared and confused as he felt. He held out his paper and a few of the others did the same. He huddled up to them and listened to their conversations waiting for further instruction.

A woman arrived and checked their papers then escorted them down a set of stairs and through a tunnel that seemed to go on for miles. She repeated her instructions in at least five different languages as they walked.

The training facility was huge, and entirely underground, much to Eric’s surprise.

“Here are your quarters for the evening, please follow the signs for anything you might require tonight. Your lessons will begin in the morning.”

Seven years after that first night he was finally boarding the Achelois, she was more splendid than he could have ever dreamed all those years ago. The Achelois would be running local supply runs for Jupiter’s moons and colonies.

He sent a holo to John. “I made it!”