Red Dust From Mars

Upon the morn did Rita shine. Her head bobbing up and down. Groans were heard coming from the room. Then the words ‘faster’,’faster’,’FASTER’. Ginny walked into the room to see Rita on the exercise bike and Brian bashing  the controls of the deficient treadmill.

‘Hi Brian, Rita!’ said Ginny cheerily

‘This piece of shit won’t go anywhere…’ shouted Brian

‘Hello Ginny !’ Rita said, stopping cycling, her head coming to a standstill.

‘So tell, Whats Up,’ said Rita placing her hands on her knees.

‘Nothing much,’ said Ginny, playing with her hair.

‘Hows….whatshisname…Hero..isn’t it?’

‘Oh good thanks and he gave me something you have to see,’ said Ginny taking a red plastic container from her pocket. She twisted the lid off with her left hand and proffered it to Rita like a rare stamp with interesting pictorial features.

‘Whats that? Dirt?’ asked Rita

‘No. It’s Red Dust From… Mars’ said Ginny stressing the last word with emphasis.

‘Hmm’ said Rita reaching into her bag. ‘Guess what I’ve got here,’ said Rita

‘Dunno,’ said Ginny still holding out her hand

‘Hanky,’ said Rita blowing her nose loudly.

‘Ginny take no notice,’ said Brian.

‘Give it here,’ said Rita holding out her hand, still sitting on the exercise bike.

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The red container filled with Red Dust From Mars was left on the windowsill of the exercise room. In the night sky, the distant constellations blinked and starlight shone down illuminating the windowsill and half the room. Starlight reflected off the digital readout of the treadmill where drops of human sweat had dried.

And the light shone  on the red box reflecting off its edges. Then the box rattled, and hummed, then the starlight passed.

And the red box just sat there.

Waiting for their return.

Dedicated to My Dad who suggested a sci-fi story might be on the cards…

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