In one way or another, I have worked in the nuclear industry for a substantial part of my adult life. The following flash fiction story is my way of melding that, with my open-mindedness towards fantasy. As Diane Wallace-Peach says over on her blog:
‘Life is make believe, fantasy given form.’
Here’s hoping my experience, imagination and humanity give this story form.
ORDERS ARE ORDERS
Kelvin M. Knight
They gave him a Geiger-Müller counter even though he knew it was pointless. These incessant clicks, this dancing needle, slowed his movements – nothing to do with this damn suit he wore making him feel like a boil in the bag fish!
Regarding these peeling buildings, he panted and laid the counter down in a bed of ash. If only these machines were time machines. Watching his visor blur, he took a deep breath and knelt to steady himself, then he wound the dials anticlockwise as if he were turning back time.
The glow dimmed. Buildings returned to normal. Ash reformed into people. He saw them screaming, but didn’t hear them, didn’t feel them, just this coldness. This bloody coldness when he was being boiled alive!
Puffing, he twirled the dials clockwise, fast forwarded himself and these poor souls out of this radioactive hell, then prayed another catastrophe didn’t happen.