Day 230 – Writing Exercise
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The thing about a quiet neighbourhood – houses not built on top of each other, people next door near but far enough away not to be annoying; if they tended to be annoying, is that you could hear the silence.
We had lived there for nearly ten years, the last family to move into the estate that had about twenty families scattered over acreage. It was one of those miracle moments, a house popping up in my search browser when I put in the parameters.
One house. This house. We came, we saw, we met the neighbours. We bought. It was like we were meant to live there.
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Ten years on, our anniversary neighbourhood party had wrapped up at precisely 10 pm as all parties did, and the participants had dispersed, the last straggler just disappearing around the corner, a few hundred yards from home.
I was on the front verandah looking up at the sky filled with stars, some brighter than others, and then, one that appeared to be moving.
My eyes watered, straining to see it. I blinked several times to squeeze the moisture out, opened them again and whatever it was had gone. Or blended in, so it was just another star.
I had a telescope out back and would go have another look before I turned in.
Edie poked her head out the door. “You’re probably breaking some community regulation standing out there after 10pm. What are you doing?”
“Testing them.”
It was a running joke. The neighbourhood had some rather quirky rules, but nothing that caused us concern. The lady in charge of community watch, as she called it, was due to retire this year, and everyone was waiting for the new guard.
And new rules. More lenient rules.
“Come in. It’s cold out there.”
It had got cold, especially in the last few minutes. I shivered, took a last look out at the sky, then went in. The auto light switched off. All was well again.
“What were you doing out there?”
She was closing the shutters on the front windows, and the moonlight that had been seeping through the open blinds disappeared. Except for the passage light, the house was in darkness.
We had streetlights, but they were so low that the light didn’t reach the ground. Normal street lights put out a lot of light, enough to see the road, but these were deliberately subdued.
Another quirk produced by our fearless Community Watch leader, who seemed to hold such sway with city hall.
“I’m just going out back to check on a shooting star. I’ll make a wish.”
“I need a new vehicle “
A quick kiss, a touch of hands, she headed towards the bedroom. I would be back before she got into bed.
The auto lighting lit the way along the passage floor to the back door. I went out onto the back patio and saw Jake, youngest son and the family astronomer, had left the telescope pointing in the direction of Mars.
He was obsessed with the belief that Martians were coming to Earth, and was adamant he had seen a ship land nearby last year, just before it switched on its cloud of invisibility.
Jake had an excellent imagination.
He was in the middle of writing his first Sci-Fi novel and had asked me to read some of it. It was quite good but technical. I hadn’t the heart to tell him it was so boring it put me to sleep.
I peered into the lens up at the sky and focused on the last position. It was a bright star among many. And something else. It seemed to be flashing, or a whole lot of stars were passing it, which made it seem like it was flashing.
Or maybe not. Nothing was happening.
Just before I went in, I looked up, in time to see a shooting star, or what looked like one, light a path across the sky.
I made a wish, and went to bed.
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I usually slept like a log. It had been said that a bomb could go off next door and I’d sleep through it. While no bombs had exploded, there were a number of events I had missed.
Tonight? There was no reason why I should be awake, and yet I dozed off the moment my head hit the pillow. I remember seeing the time on the digital clock beside the bed. 11:03.
I looked now, and it said 1:07. What felt like five minutes later, it said 1:16. I did not feel sleepy in the slightest.
Edie was sound asleep, her breathing regular. It always surprised me how easy it was for her to get to sleep. Perhaps it was because of the early years with the children and the constant care they needed; she had taught mt herself to get what rest she could, no matter how short it was.
It had never been that easy for me.
It wasn’t the first time I had lain awake for hours, searching for that elusive moment. I tried counting sheep, green sheep at that; I tried emptying my mind, but that was impossible.
1:38.
I slipped out into the cool night air and padded quietly across the room. The door made a slight squeak as I opened it a fraction, the noise sounding very loud in that silence that came with the middle of the night.
I stepped into the passage, and the first of the footlights came on to guide the way. I headed down towards the kitchen, where what I assumed was moonlight came through the open slats of the kitchen windows, filling that room with a pale whitish light.
On the tight hand side, the kitchen being on the left, was the dining room, with floor-to-ceiling windows that opened out onto the veranda that wrapped around the back of the house.
Outside the dining room was where the BBQ sat.
On that side, sitting on the veranda, the view stretched across a number the neighbours back yards that stretched down the the stream that divided pur properties from those on the other side, mostly ranches running either cattle or sheep.
Sometimes you could hear them at night, but mostly during the day. When they were down in the lower pastures. At the moment, they were higher up in the hills.
Come Christmas, the vista from the back verandah would look like a Christmas card scene, one I could never get tired of.
Suddenly the dining room was filled with a very bright light, and it was almost as bright as day. It lasted a few seconds before it just snapped off like someone had flicked a switch.
I had been almost blinded and couldn’t see anything for at least a few minutes before the inky blackness transformed into blurry shapes.
I crossed to the room and looked out the windows to see what I thought was some sort of vehicle, only it couldn’t be one because it was hovering above the ground.
My eyes were sore from the bright light before, and I think I must be hallucinating. Under the craft were five figures, not human, and yet human-like, and walking towards them were the five members of the Richards, our next-door neighbours.
I just watched in utter fascination.
They stepped into the pool of very subdued light coming from under the floating vehicle, one by one, touched the hands of the newly arrived people and exchanged shapes.
Then the Richards went back to their house; the other creatures, human or otherwise, held hands and then disappeared.
Seconds later, the searing light reappeared and then was gone. A second dose of light on my poor eyes looked a few minutes longer, and by the time my sight had returned, it was as if nothing had happened.
What had I just seen?
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I woke up, and it was light. Edie was already up and about, and it was just another day.
It didn’t feel like I had been awake for an hour or so, and in my head it felt like something had happened, only I couldn’t remember what.
I wasn’t tired, not like I had been awake half the night because I knew what that was like.
Something had happened. Something significant, but it was just there, on the fringe of my memory, lurking, or waiting for me to find the right key and unlock that door.
“You going to stay in bed all day?”
Edie put her head in the door, on her way from the front door where she had collected the newspaper, to the kitchen where breakfast would be well underway.
It was just another normal day.
“Coming,,” I muttered.
“You snore. I never realised it until last night. You woke me. Normally I can sleep through anything.”
“I don’t snore.”
“You do. And talk in your sleep.”
I sat up and faced her. That was frightening if it was true. I often dreamed I was having strange conversations with people who were basically strangers, but only once.
“What did I say?”
“Something about old man Richards. Not surprising you think he’s daft. He hasn’t been the same since the accident. Don’t hang about. We have that appointment at the bank this morning.”
Then she was gone.
Richards. There was that thing in my mind again, that memory that refused to come out of the vault. Did it have something to do with Richards?
I shrugged. It would return when it wanted to. In the meantime, places to go and people to see.
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Surprises were good, when they were surprises. We had decided that after Elizabeth, the eldest daughter, got married, we would buy them a house.
With one thing and another, their six-month jaunt through Europe turned into a five-year work-and-play plan; they only decided to return when she fell pregnant. Twins and a bot later, the place they were living in was too small, hence the house.
Everything was on track until Elizabeth saw us talking to the bank manager; she just happened to be in the neighbourhood and feared the worst: we had to downsize, or worse.
I was never very good at lying. Edie thought she had it under control, but what mother does with that first daughter. The secret was barely intact.
Then we ran into the Richards, Bill and Betty. It wasn’t a usual thing, and I couldn’t remember the last time. Coming after the Elizabeth thing, I was a little shaken.
That nagging thing in the back of my mind got a bit of a shake. Both the Richards seemed a little distracted, and Bill didn’t seem to recognise me. Not at first, and I could see he was trying to cover it like people did when they have forgotten your name.
Betty was chatty, which was a change from her usual surly self; the reason she gave me many years ago was that Bill had dragged her out to this godforsaken place as punishment, though she never said what it was for.
Betty confused me with one of the other neighbours who looked a little like me, which I thought odd, but it wasn’t a thing. Edie thought they were just the same as usual, vague and borderline rude.
Driving home, my head had got as far as deciding whatever was trying to get out had something to do with the Richards.
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Once again I spent some time out with the telescope, studying the moon surface, and wondering if I’d live long enough to go there. Every now and then a billionaire comes up with this idea of a weekend on the moon in a lunar hotel, and I dare to believe it might be possible in my lifetime.
The other day it had moved to Mars. I’m sure the Martians wouldn’t mind, though I had no idea why I would think that. It was like the day someone asked me what the Martians looked like, and I said, like us, only with synthetic bodies, so they could live in the atmosphere there.
It got me some very strange looks.
The sky was less crowded with stars, and there were clouds drifting by blocking the view. It was a full moon, and I had a momentary thought of werewolves. Not that they existed, but they were a part of folklore.
Then when the cloud cover was too thick, and the first spits of rain came, I went inside, made coffee and went to stand over by the patio windows.
A shard of lightning lit up the back yards of a number of the neighbours’ yards, as bright as day before darkness returned.
The rain became torrential. The lightning was sporadic, and each time it lit up a different part of the countryside.
There was a huge rumble just about overhead, followed by a bolt of lightning which, in the fraction of a second as it lit up the scene in front of me, I saw it land on Bill Richards, who had been standing out in his yard.
Another bolt hit our house, and there was a huge explosion.
That was all I remembered.
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I was lying down in a brightly lit room; on one side, a man in a white coat was looking down at me. On the other side, Edie was looking concerned.
“He’s been forgetting things, and talking in his sleep. He hasn’t done that before.”
“It might be the settling process. Sometimes it takes a few days. The last upgrade was a little bigger than usual.”
“It worked for me.”
“You’re a 6AZ model. More sophisticated algorithms because you are female.”
“You’re saying the male units are not as smart.”
What were they talking about? Models, smart, sophistication. I was just another person who was suffering from lack of sleep and hallucinations.
At least I think that was what I was there for. This was a hospital?
Edie glanced at me. “Oh, you’re awake?”
“That might be a matter of opinion. I think I just woke in the middle of a nightmare.”
She smiled. It didn’t fill me with confidence.
“You can’t go around telling people you saw aliens, Sam. People get antsy when you say stuff like that.”
“I never said I saw aliens. When did I see aliens?”
“You said the Martians had landed next door and took the Richards away. I mean, Sam, we saw them just a few hours ago.”
I was confused. I could see in my head the spacecraft that was hovering next door and the body exchange of the Richards family. I could remember meeting the Richards at the cafe, and how disoriented they had been.
The transfer process had still not been perfected.
Then I realised the truth.
“There it is,” the doctor said. “It just needed a tweak.”
The doctor stepped away from the console, and I could see the twin flat lines running across the screen. Memories and reality aligned.
I closed my eyes; everything went dark, and then opened them again.
Edie was looking concerned but relieved. “How do you feel?”
“About sixty-four, give or take a week. Getting old is not what it’s cracked up to be.” I could feel something had happened, but couldn’t quite remember what it was. “Another fall?”
“You need to remember to use your cane, Sam. You are not as spry as you used to be.”
“No. I guess not.” I slowly got off the bed and stood. I felt steady.
“Doc?”
“You’ll get there, Sam. We all do in the end. Just take care out there.”
“I will.”
Edie took my hand. “Come on. Places to go; people to see.”
Funny. I was thinking that myself. It was like I was reading her mind.
She opened the door and glared at me as I went past her.
“Don’t,” she said, not in words but in her thoughts. “I don’t want to go home, so stop being difficult. Earth is so much better than Mars.”
I looked at her as she followed me out and closed the door.
That doctor was our supervisor and had been assessing me. The Richards had cracked the week before, and he had them replaced. We’d be next if I didn’t appear ‘fixed’.
She was right. Back home we’d be in a factory, chained to a production line.
“Understood.”
“Good.” Then out loud, for the benefit of those around us. “I need you because we have a housewarming to plan. The bank just approved the house purchase. Elizabeth is going to be so surprised.”
In more ways than one.
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© Charles Heath 2026
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