A Bottle of Light

Posted: May 15, 2014 by writingsprint in Fantasy
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bright heartGloria and Sam watched the sun rise over the Atlantic. Behind them, Virginia Beach still slept. Sam yawned. Gloria took out the vial from inside her coat. It fit in the palm of her hand.

“We can still change our minds,” she said.

“What good would that do?” Sam asked.

“At least them we wouldn’t be responsible. It would get boiled down. Diluted. Marketed for consumer yuks. Who’s the last person who played God with the human race’s fate?”

Sam shook his head. He shrugged.

Gloria opened the vial and spilled the contents into the ocean. “The virus will spread into any living thing. Exponential reproduction… I give it a month to go global.”

“If that. Once it spreads by air, it’ll saturate the planet.”

Gloria sniffed the vial. She’d already been exposed to it, so it made no difference. “It smells like roses.”

“Funny that way.”

She opened the palm of her hand. The vial floated in the air, inches over it. “For thousands of years, we’ve been trying to find our spiritual selves. An atheist and an agnostic found it in a bottle.”

Sam yawned again. “Did you know that the person who found Uranus was a musician?”

“Really?”

“Um-hm. William Herschel. Other astronomers had thought it was a star. Even he thought it was a comet at first. Sometimes all you need is a fresh set of eyes. Pop!” A star came out. “Boom!” Another.

“You’re not making them blow up, are you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I can hear them before they appear.”

Gloria rubbed her arms. “I can hear how sad people are. Happy, too. But a lot of them are sad.”

“Do you think this will make them happier?” He offered her his hand.

Gloria smiled. She took it. “It did for us.”

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Comments
  1. A.D. Everard says:

    That is scary. Blimey.

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  2. I was wondering, would people be happy or sad if we all had super powers?

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