42 Words #29

Good Day All,

Another week and another 42 words, but let’s be honest we’re getting close to the end, so congrats to all who have stuck around for the final countdown and I hope you’ve enjoyed the trek so far.

So this week Dave has selected the mighty 29 but before we follow that projectory let’s first see where we hit the ball with Sara’s selection of 31.

Dave from MMA Storytime

Sadje from Keep It Alive

Sara from Relax, It’s All Write

Now I know you’re all absolutely beside yourselves to find out what theme Dave has selected this week and I can confidently state that he has smashed it out of the stratosphere, he’s in orbit around jupiter, he’s fuelled up the space ship and he’s outta here.  (I think I’m still reliving the sports theme here) so anyway, what is the intergalatic theme that Dave has selected this week?

Well, its the riverting …

SCI FI

Now if last weeks theme was big, this one is ginormous, I mean sci fi … or as it is defined on my mate and yours, google

science fiction

 

noun

noun: science fiction; noun: SF; modifier noun: science-fiction

1. fiction based on imagined future scientific or technological advances and major social or environmental changes, frequently portraying space or time travel and life on other planets.

Ok folks, this is a call to arms, its time to put on your A Game and create a universal gem that will fuel my imagination into outer space.  I want it all folks, space, rockets, and moon dust (I made that last one up).  I know you have it in you guys and gals but just remember you have limited oxygen for this gem – 42 words, to be precise, so let’s all be concise.

GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	6	GONE
GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE
GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	19	GONE	GONE
GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE
GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE
36	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE	GONE

Here’s my take on this week’s prompt:

Tripping into the outer realms for relief.

Michael sighed, Covid-19 had changed so much.  At one stage this would have been impossible, but where there’s a market, they’ll find a way.

Taking a sip of his drink he stared out of the window.

So, this was life on Mars?

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© Deb Whittam 2020