Quiction Prompt – Clarity at the End

It’s a new quiction prompt and…and none of us have even added a ring since the last one! Your humble, treeish host hopes to make this become a semi-regular occurrence—the on-timeness, that is. Life and day jobs have a propensity for interceding in the best laid of plans; BUT, I’ll give it a go! The last prompt went down like a lead a balloon…in a vacuum…over a neutron star. It was hastily arranged, had a terribly short deadline, and generally lacked motivation on the part of the prompter (me) or the prompted (whomever happened to see it). This time, I’ll be giving a longer window to play with and we’ll see what happens. If you need a refresher on how quiction works, the overview and previous exercised by Old Pines are here. Otherwise, read on. The guidelines are provided below the prompt. TLDR: the point of the quiction is to write …

Quiction Exercise #4 – Turbulence

Well, it took more trouble than it was worth (almost) to steal the time to do this warm-up. I’m rusty as fuck and not getting any sort of regular writing time in. Still, here’s this silly thing. The prompt can be found here. Final word count: 1,732. Thanks for reading. Thanks for joining in the fun(?), if you did. Thanks for watching the stream, if you did that. Thank’s for also being patient with me. The air had a metal taste shared by the previous station, but lacked the musty tones that went along with long-term habitation. “New car smell” had carried on as a term for the feeling, long after automobiles fell out of use. There was no telling how long this transport had been in service; it could have been days or years. It was old enough for a shakedown and clearance to operate, not old enough to …