When I was in college, I was a Star Trek fan. Although the idea scared me, I like the concept of the transporter, a device that converted your molecules and atoms into light and beamed you from one place to another. Whenever I was in a situation in which I didn’t want to be, I imagined myself unclipping a communicator from my belt and saying, “Scottie, beam me out of here!” In a flash of light, I was gone. Oh, if it only were that easy. Unfortunately, our problems always find us, no matter what method we use to escape them.
The above is in response to Girlie on the Edge’s six-sentence prompt for this week. The idea is to write a story or poem of no more and no less than six sentences, using the prompt word, “beam,” only once. If you’d like to participate in this on…
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