Archive for March 23rd, 2012

23rd March
2012
written by amber

Sine of the Elect

When Mary woke up, they were lost.

They’d been lying beside her on the park bench, and now they were gone. Her two children. Vince, age 4 and Sadie, age 2.

She heard the cries of children, not too far away, so she ran there, as quickly as she could in her weakened state. A fence with golden chains stopped her, but she could see what was beyond the fence. Children were playing on swings and in a sandbox, children played with balls and balloons and wonderful toys, children dressed in silks and satins galloped around on ponies, children guarded by men with guns.

“You can’t go in there, ma’am,” one of the soldiers told her.

“But my children are missing. I can’t find my boy and girl.”

“Did they have Sines?” Already he was shining his sensor over her forehead, already he knew that she had no Sine.

“No, they didn’t.”

“Then they won’t be in here, ma’am, will they? Go away now and look for your children elsewhere.”

Mary trudged back to the bench. The slats were warped and splintered. She wondered how she could have slept so deeply on that uncomfortable resting spot, so deeply that she lost her children. She looked around but had no idea where to search. Everything attractive was out of limits to such as Mary and her children.

Beyond the dry, neglected park, crystal towers soared in the midst of tropical gardens. A bright bubble soared overhead, full of laughing teenagers on their way to yet another party in the parts of the city dedicated to the Sined. Heaven on earth it was called, a heaven of unlimited power and generous resources. But the man who discovered this bounty had his strict beliefs and only those who could prove they shared his creed were allowed to wear the Sine and share in the wealth.

Mary heard a familiar cry. Scuffed and bruised, Sadie ran into her arms, Vince running after his sister with a worried look.

“It wasn’t my fault,” he proclaimed. “Sadie wanted to climb that tree.”

Mary hugged them both. Vince was such a good liar. If only she could keep him alive until he was 12, he’d be able to fake the oath and get his Sine.

The Story 365 project is a year-long marathon of short story writing, with a new story for every day of the year and posted on this website from May 1, 2011 – April 30, 2012. Stories must be a minimum of 200 words. Please help me by adding first line or topic suggestions in the Comment section of any story. If you’d like me to use your name in a story, I’d be happy to do that.

The first line of this story was borrowed from Stephen King’s anthology, Nightmares and Dreamscapes.