Looking out over the destruction, I wonder to myself, “What have I done?” Granted, I can’t take full responsibility for it all. I had help in the oddest manner. I think back to how it all began…
“Hey! Give me a hand here.”
I was tempted to give the age old clap, but one look at the grizzled old man made me second guess that action. It wasn’t the cigar dangling from the corner of his mouth, tattoo across his bare chest, but the way he glared at me. It’s hard to describe what the look meant, but I recall that same look from my father – usually after doing something wrong.
“What do you need there, buddy?” I asked, weary of his response.
“What I need is someone who’s not afraid to use his back bone or get his hands dirty.”
I looked down at my hands. No one would’ve ever accused me of having dirty hands. I tried to hide my manicured hands, but the old-timer just stared.
I cleared my throat and stepped forward. “I suppose I could see what you need help with.” I knew my voice lacked authority, or even strength, but I had said it aloud.
“Afraid to commit?” He blew out a blue puff of cigar smoke. “I suppose that’s the problem with you kids these days.”
“Kid?” I thought crossly, “Who’s this old buzzard calling kid?”
Before I could voice my displeasure, the old man tossed something small at me. I caught it with a single hand, and when I opened my palm, a shiny coin was revealed.
“What’s this?” I asked, rubbing the coin between my fingers. I opened my mouth to inquire more, but my reflection in the gold stopped me. I could’ve been mistaken, but the coin featured a bust that looked mysteriously like the old man. It would have been years ago – he looked too old to fit on a coin – especially with his crazy wispy hair.
“Ahh…” he rasped, “you see it.”
“I see it, but I don’t know what it means…” I stammered, unafraid.”
“Keep it,” he declared. “I have plenty of those. It’s yours even if you decide not to help me.” He looked out to the sea. “I guess that’s the price of doing business these days.”
I detected the sadness in his voice, but wasn’t about to comment on it, lest I miss my opportunity. Instead, I said, “Lead the way.”
* * *
I’ve been helping you for six years now, James.”
“Aye, lad. It’s been a glorious six years at that.”
“Do you trust me?” I asked, trying not to let the frustration into my voice. I tried my most serious frown, but I hoped he saw the twinkle in my eye.
James dropped the net he was mending and walked the scant paces that separated us. It couldn’t’ve been many paces; the boat was only eighty feet long. He placed his arm around my shoulders and after a long drag on the cigar that seemed to be an extension of his face, he exhaled dual plumes from his nostrils. “I reckon I do trust you, Steve. Why do you ask?”
I walked toward the stern and stood next to a red door. I jerked my thumb over my shoulder and called out. “It’s this door!”
“What about it?”
“I’ve never been through it.”
“I don’t know if you’re ready for this door.” James had traversed the boat and stood next to me by the door.
“I assure you, I am,” I retorted.
“If you’re not,” James replied, “It’ll mean the end of us all.”
I scoffed and thrust out my chin. “I’m ready.”
James grabbed a key from around his neck. I thought he would do the unlocking with the key, but he simply placed his hand against the door. I felt rather than heard a low hum. The next thing I knew, I was standing on the other side of the door. There were steps leading down – too far to be contained within the boat.
I followed the steps down. I must’ve walked down nine or ten flights of steps before I came to the bottom – and another door.
I placed my hand against it as James had, and I felt the same hum.
I found myself on the other side of the door and at the top of a precipice.
Now I find myself at the beginning of the story. The destruction is all I can see. The destruction would be the end of the story, but in reality, it’s just the beginning.
Here’s the rest of my story…
September 27th, 2014 at 02:30
Nice. Are you going to continue this or is it stand alone?
September 27th, 2014 at 06:17
Probably just a stand alone. Since I was doing it on a typewriter, there wasn’t and editing and I didn’t particularly like the story. Thanks for your comment!
September 27th, 2014 at 16:01
I enjoyed it and am a bit dissapointed there isn’t going to be more, though I can understand it after banging it out on a typewriter. I do like the mysterious setup though. If you decide not to add on to it, would you be OK with me trying to expand it for my next #FridayFlash?
September 27th, 2014 at 18:19
Go for it! I’ve been trying to get some sort of collaborative storytelling done for over a year. If I had my way, the story would get picked up by someone else the week after you work on it.
September 27th, 2014 at 18:45
Awesome! I will see what I can do :-)
September 27th, 2014 at 06:39
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September 30th, 2014 at 00:50
I enjoyed it – my curiosity was definitely piqued. I’ve never written on a typewriter, either.
You’ve reminded me that a few years back I was part of a round robin short story experiment to try encourage our readers to check out other authors – not sure whether it worked but it was good fun. :-)
September 30th, 2014 at 07:50
If I ever get enough regular visitors, I would like to do a thing where 3 days of the week people submit story continuations and for another 3 days everyone votes on which one they think is the best. then on day 7, it’s announced and the next round begins.
October 5th, 2014 at 21:16
Well, continuing on your story has been a bit like building a castle in a swamp: they keep sinking :-( I’ve actually written 3 stories to carry on you tale, but none of them have actually been good enough to post. I’m still working on the 4th, and I’m hoping I finally get it nailed down to where I can post it next Friday. Keep your fingers crossed!
October 5th, 2014 at 22:22
I will, indeed!
October 9th, 2014 at 21:19
Good news! You can finally uncross your fingers :-) I posted Chapter 2 here: https://dpaulangel.wordpress.com/2014/10/09/beginnings-chapter-2-overboard/
Hope you enjoy it!
October 9th, 2014 at 21:17
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October 16th, 2014 at 22:06
[…] Chapter 2 — Overboard” came about after I read Mark Gardner’s “Beginnings.” In the comments he indicated that he wasn’t going to take up anything else with the […]
October 21st, 2014 at 17:48
[…] note: Mark Gardner started it on a 1949 Remington quiet-riter, D. Paul Angel picked it up and ran with it, and now […]
October 21st, 2014 at 18:20
Well, Mark, this here story now has a third installment. Can’t tell you how much I enjoyed imagining where this would go. Cheers.
Have entered it to Sunday Scribblings 2, Friday Flash, and hope to add it to the Three Word Wednesday site tomorrow.
I hope someone grabs the baton : )
October 21st, 2014 at 19:11
Me too! I’d like to see enough continuations for this to reach novelette status.
October 21st, 2014 at 19:35
That would be awesome. The editing would be a freaking nightmare but so well worth it : )
October 22nd, 2014 at 07:14
Hey Mark, just linked my piece to the 3WW site which is as active if not more so than FF. Spread the word, man, let’s make it happen :-D
October 22nd, 2014 at 18:49
[…] Paul Angel’s continuation of the first page of my typewriter stream of consciousness flash, Beginnings. She posted her continuation to Three Word Wednesday, so I wrote to that prompt. In the end, I did […]
November 3rd, 2014 at 12:14
Hey Mark, just to let you know, I’ve got a blog post re: the continuation of “Beginnings” almost ready to post – a bit of a hard way to go, prepping this during travel and between meetings, but it’ll be up as soon as I get the next break – when you get the pingback, have a look if you like, and let me know if there’s anything you think should be changed.
November 6th, 2014 at 01:15
[…] a baton-passing event: if you read Gardner’s “Beginnings” and it moves you to want to participate, just leave a comment on the last chapter posted that […]
January 12th, 2015 at 14:27
The Eagle has landed with “The Beginnings Project: Chapter 5: The Gate of Gods” by the saucy and celebrated Jules Smith!
January 12th, 2015 at 20:13
Woo! And quite the continuation it is! Everyone get over there and read the lovely continuation by Jules.
January 29th, 2015 at 18:57
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January 24th, 2017 at 09:28
[…] Mark through #FridayFlash posts a few years back. He wrote a stream of consciousness story called Beginnings , which he wasn’t sure what to do with. I volunteered to write the sequel, Overboard, and then […]