The end of man!
My response to the Triond forum user challenge, round 25, where something was to be written using the words "Spasmodic Delirium" and "Plastic"
Get it wrong and man will end!
Aaron woke suddenly with his great uncle’s words echoing in his mind. What did he mean? Aaron stared out of the bus window watching the droplets of rain run across the glass, moving haphazardly into each other, small drops making bigger drops and eventually trailing off the edge of his portal. He recognized the countryside he was in and knew he would be arriving at his destination within the hour.
It had been a long trip from Brisbane and he hated taking the bus, but unfortunately he only had enough money to fly one way. He still wasn’t sure why on his deathbed his uncle had called for him – of all his many nieces and nephews – but call he did. His uncle was suffering in the end days of a terminal cancer that had apparently been caused by plastic leaking from his pectoral implants into his bloodstream. He had been a body builder in his prime and in a melancholic vanity decided to artificially boost his physique. It had been a rapid decline, but even so Aaron was shocked when the hospice called and told him to come urgently as his uncle had some information of dire importance to pass.
It was a heartbreaking to see him lying there – a mere shadow of the former man he once knew. Distance and circumstance had kept them apart, but he still held a great love for this man. The hospice nurse spoke to Aaron and was relieved to see him, “Thank the lord you are here. Your uncle is close to the end and he has been adamant he needed to speak with you; he has been in a spasmodic delirium for the last three days and he has been mumbling something about Aaron and the end of man”. Aaron made his way to his uncle who was sleeping. He gently touched him on the arm and whispered “Uncle…it’s me Aaron…I’m here”. His uncle opened his eyes and grabbed Aaron forcibly by the shoulders – even on his deathbed he was quite strong.
“Aaron, my boy, I have something of vital importance to tell you. Listen for I am the keeper of a key that can change the foundation of human civilization. I have a map in my bedroom locker at home. You have to go get it. It will show the location of some caves near Braidwood. Within those caves is a secret entrance to an ancient chamber. To gain entrance to the chamber you need to go screw a mongoose on the eve of the purple moon singing ging gang goolee goolee while spinning a banana spinning wheel…” Aaron’s uncle had lapsed into another period of delirium and started to become agitated and completely incoherent.
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