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“Accidents” Part 3 – Conclusion

I hope you enjoyed the first two parts of the story.  Here are the links if you missed them:

Part One     Part Two

This was, of course, written for a blog and not a short story.  I think I would have changed it to be longer and more detailed if I was submitting it.  I will let you help me decide on that.  So, here is the conclusion:


“Accidents” Part 3

The apparatus did make some noise, but it was fairly quiet.  Tommy watched as the machine warmed up, run by the small battery, then the soft whirs and clicks followed by the yellow light beaming down on him.  He thought he might be getting a bit tired; the light seemed larger and farther away.  He blinked and realized that it was not the light getting larger; he was getting smaller!  The light was shrinking him.  He noticed that his clothes no longer fit.   His mind worked quickly.  He did two things at once.  First, the realization came that the ray was only shrinking living things.  Second, he was still shrinking!  He leaped out of the light and tried to turn it off.  He was too short now and had to climb on a chair first.

Once the big emergency was over and he had stopped shrinking, he took stock of things.  He had been about five foot ten inches before.  He got a measuring tape from his workbench and found he was now four foot three inches.  He had shrunk nineteen inches in about ten seconds.   He walked over to his bathroom scale and stepped on.  He had only lost a couple of pounds.  Apparently, the ray was only shrinking the space between the atoms in his body and not the atoms themselves.  That made sense.

Tommy took some pictures of himself for proof, and then put a box on the chair, climbed up, and started back to work.  He had successfully shrunk himself, now he needed to reverse the process.  This could still be a great achievement!

He had Sunday and Monday off work, so he could work for as long as he could stay up.  He picked up some wire, a screwdriver, and turned back to his machine.  Night settled around him, but he did not notice.

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Sheriff Talmont arrived on scene about fifteen minutes after his deputy, the fire truck,  and the EMTs.  He had to admit that he was a little afraid to come when he realized it was Tommy Renko’s place.  That boy made him nervous.  He could handle molesters, meth heads, and thieves, but Renko was a whole other sort of trouble.  Sheriff moved his cigar to the other side of his mouth and chewed a little more on the end.

“What do we have here, Sam?”  Talmont asked his deputy.

The officer stood back up and faced the lawman.  “Well, Sheriff, the Renko boy is nowhere to be found, but his clothes are folded up in a corner, burned like most everything else in the shack, er, home.”

“Do we know what started the fire?”

“Yes, sir, well, sorta.  It was this machine thing here, but we don’t know what it is.  It’s broken and burned pretty much to where it’s all fused together.”

“Was the furniture tipped over like this?”

“N-no, Sir.  I accidentally hit it after we had taken all our pictures.”

“Well, as long as the scene was collected and processed first, we should be okay.  But, son, you need to be more careful.”

“Yes, Sheriff.”

Sheriff Talmont walked around the small area, checking things out for himself.  Sam was a good officer and the others were good at their jobs, too, but he felt that anything with Tommy Renko in it deserved at least a second look.

He moved a few odds and ends with a screwdriver end and noticed something a little strange on the ground.  On the ground from the chair edge was a little blob of red gel-like substance.  He pulled out a sterile swab and container and collected the specimen.  He looked at the swab end before putting it in the container and whistled slightly.  He could swear he saw a very tiny foot sticking out of the mess.  The Sheriff capped the container and chewed a little harder on the cigar end.  He had a feeling that Tommy Renko would not be showing up to explain things this time.  He walked back to the cruiser trying to decide if he really wanted to turn in this particular piece of evidence this time; he drove off still deciding.


What do you think?

Do I need to change it before submission?  If so, How?



“Accidents” Part 2

I am shooting for 3 parts here.  I hope to finish this up tomorrow.  The problem, as anyone knows who writes a lot, is that things do not always work out that way.  I hope you enjoyed part one.  I hope you enjoy this part even more.


“Accidents”  – Part two

The third time had been the worst, well, until now.  A sophomore in college, Tommy was beginning to get along with others.  He had friends; he was in a fraternity.  Then, he had worked on his science project in the frat house.  Nitro glycerin did not sound that difficult to make in the house bath tub.  He had been careful.  He did not really consider it his fault that he had left to get something from his room and another frat member had walked by the room with a back scrubber and tossed it into the concoction.  Unstable at best, the whole thing had gone up in a second.  The passing fraternity member had ended up in the hospital with a concussion and minor burns.  The bathroom and parts of the second floor had not been so lucky.  The group threw him out of the house and out of the fraternity; the College Board had thrown him out of college and he had lost all the second semester hours he had worked so hard for.  Word had gotten out and no other college in the state wanted him in their on their campus or in their school.  His parents had been devastated.

Tommy had managed to get a job working at the hardware store in his home town with the condition he not attempt any experiments or improvements at all while in the store.   He had kept that condition.  His parents would not allow him back home, so he had managed to rent a small, broken-down shack on the edge of town.  The owner would not be able to rent it to anyone else for the price he charged Tommy.  He also had demanded a sizable damage deposit, “just in case.”  Johnny used the shed out back as his laboratory.  He had decided he was not going to give up his genius even if he did not always think things through.  He had done some small things, but three months ago, he had stumbled (not literally) into a great idea.  Well, he had thought so at the time.

The idea that he could create an energy source to run cars on the oxygen in the air was not new, but his method certainly was.  He worked tirelessly each night after work and all through the weekends, spending all his extra money and his savings, to make his dream come true.  The contraption would have to be made smaller, but that would be his buyer’s problem.  The table-sized piece of equipment needed an AAA battery to get it started, then, theoretically it would run on the oxygen available.  It was, actually, a sunshine maker.  The air went in one end and was converted to the same radiation as sunlight.  This way the current solar-powered cars could be adapted to it and not need gas at all since the air would be available at night too.

Tommy had been proud and a little nervous.  He had not been nervous about possible problems; that had never been an issue with him.  No, he had been nervous that when he pulled the lever, the machine would make some noise and do nothing.  He had even crossed his fingers when he turned it on.




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