RELUCTANT ADVENTURE J. Brennan
“Whatever you do, don’t touch that…”
Before Jerry finished the sentence, it was too late.
Candy’s natural curiosity prevailed and her finger seemed drawn to the bright
red button, marked LAUNCH.
Everything seemed to happen at once. The winged
doors of the small space capsule snapped closed and locked. Belts automatically
secured Jerry and Candy to their seats and helmets dropped from the ceiling
covering their heads. Lights inside the capsule blinked. A recorded voice gave
instructions to follow before lift-off.
“Can’t you stop this thing?” screamed Candy.
Jerry fought panic. Candy had pushed the button,
which would send the capsule into outer space. Nothing he knew how do would
stop it from inside, and no one was in the lab on Sunday afternoon.
He should have never used his dad’s ID card to sneak
Candy into the lab, and never allowed her to talk him into sitting inside the
capsule. He looked over at her, the cutest girl in the sixth grade class. What
was he thinking? His dad, Professor Henry Jenkins, would kill him.
“Attach your
helmet,” the recorded voice instructed. Jerry knew that when the capsule took
off, they, along with the capsule would shrink to an eighth of their original
size. A gas will put them into a deep sleep and they wouldn’t wake up until
they landed.
The ceiling of the Cosmo Laboratories slid open and
lights inside the capsule dimmed. Before the craft shot out of the building,
both Jerry and Candy had lapsed into a deep sleep.
***
When the capsule’s doors popped open, Jerry had no
way of determining when or where they had landed. He removed his helmet and tentatively
stepped outside to survey the surroundings. It appeared to him that they landed
in the middle of a forest in the dark of night.
He reached inside to shake Candy. “Are you okay?”
“I guess. Where are we?”
“I have no idea.”
“Can you get us back home?”
Jerry glanced back at the capsule. “I don’t dare
experiment with the drive panel. The machine has the ability to self-destruct.
If I push the wrong button, we’re toast.”
“But what can we do? I don’t want to die here,
wherever here is.”
“The best thing we can do now is to wait until
daylight. We should be safe in the capsule, but please Candy, don’t touch
anything. I’ll block the doors open so we won’t take off again.”
***
At the first light of dawn, Jerry stepped out of the
capsule. Candy yawned and followed him.
“Stay close to me and let’s see if we can find any
sign of life.”
She grabbed onto of his shirttail and followed
behind as they made their way through a patch of brown and green undergrowth.
After fighting their way through thicket, they ended up on the banks of a muddy
river. Candy frowned when Jerry brushed away the surface grime and dipped his
cupped his hands into the water.
“Better get a drink. A little dirt never hurt
anyone.”
Candy reluctantly bent down to dip her hands into
the water when she slipped and fell in. “I can’t swim,” she gurgled as her head
bobbed up and down in the water.
Jerry kicked off his sneakers and jumped in beside
her. “Relax, don’t struggle. I have you.” He pulled her to the muddy shore and
they sat down on a boulder to catch their breath.
Once out of the thicket, Jerry noticed huge birds,
and then he recognized a jet streaking across the sky. They had shrunk but
never returned to their normal size. The river he drank from was merely a mud
puddle.
Loud voices called his name. A huge foot shook the
ground beside him.
“We’re down
here,” he screamed at the top of his lungs.
A hand scooped him and Candy up.
“Young Mister Jenkins. Seems you got yourself in a
bit of a situation here. And who is this young lady?”
Jerry immediately recognized the head Lab Scientist,
Professor Ludwig.
“How did you find us?” Jerry shouted.
“Wasn’t hard. The capsule is equipped with a GPS.”
The professor snickered. “You managed to launch, and shrink, but you didn’t go
far. You shot straight up into the atmosphere and immediately landed on the edge
of the parking lot. Now listen carefully while I explain how you can return to
the laboratory and regain your normal size."
The professor set the couple down next to the
capsule. On his hands and knees, he instructed Jerry exactly how to program the
spaceship for the return trip.
“Okay, young man. Blast off.”
The door closed. Jerry pushed a series of buttons.
The capsule jerked upward and then they dropped into the whirlpool of darkness.
When they regained consciousness, the capsule perched on its launching pad in
the lab and they had returned to their former size.
Jerry prepared himself for the worst. He didn’t
expect a hug from his dad and cheers when he and Candy stepped out of the
spaceship.
“You made history, young man. You successfully
tested the capsule and proved it worked as designed. Had you programmed in a
destination, we probably would never have found you, but you’re back safe and
sound.”
Someone popped the cork on a large bottle of champagne
and filled paper cups…root beer for Candy and Jerry.
After an afternoon of celebration, Jerry’s dad
pulled him aside.
“You’re grounded. Don’t ever do anything that stupid
again.”
Good stuff, Joyce -- plenty of action here. Teens/YAs love this. They're always off on an adventure somewhere...and getting in trouble for having gone. I like how you did skip the fluff and begin with action; a great reminder, isn't it? What I appreciate most is that YA seems like such a distant genre from what you normally do -- I think this is a fantastic exercise...it keeps one sharp. I think many writers have "unexpectedly" found their home in an unfamiliar genre via experimentation. Keep up the good work. Can't wait to read your next post.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Clint. In my group, I encourage everyone to attempt writing an different genre than usual. We had a few great stories presented. Keep writing. Joyce
DeleteVery cute story Joyce! I like your descriptions of the "alien planet" they landed on. Unexpected.
ReplyDeleteKristina, It's a challenge to crop your story down to 600 words and still come up with a decent ending. Joyce
ReplyDeleteThanks for the gift of Unexpected Gifts, Joyce. If I think a book is well written, I give it a positive review on Amazon; I never write negative ones. I always look for the good. Based on the writing quality of your short short story here, which I really like, I'm sure I'll like Gifts.
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend!
Thanks Ann. I appreciatate it. Joyce
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