If you put a decimal point and string an infinity of nines behind it you’ll end up with one.
But can you ever cross?
“Zero point nine nine nine of the speed of light.”
“Accelerate to one point oh one.”
Red flashing lights spread across the engine monitor and the stars ahead gather into a clenched fist of ultraviolet flame.
They say when you step over that threshold, time itself runs backward.
Tell your mother to leave the porch light on.
I’ll be home before you know it.
I return after a couple weeks’ break! The connection between the story and the photo is tenuous at best – something about the photo made me think of the past. This, plus the fact that my wife was blasting Nicki Minaj’s song “Starships” on the treadmill and I woke up late at night furiously thinking about mathematics has resulted in the above story. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: