The sirens wailed.
“Thirty seconds until self destruct.”
Captain Boris Picklefox stared, wide-eyed, at the blinking console.
He knew that he knew which button to press in precisely this situation; he’d been shown at the start of his first week in charge of the Galactic Cruiser and every second Wednesday since.
He extended an arm and hovered his hand over the buttons, sweeping from left to right, hoping his fingers would work in much the same way as a dowsing rod.
Nothing.
“Ten seconds until self destruct.”
Captain Boris Picklefox closed his eyes, licked his lips and made his choice.
This piece was submitted as part of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 1 photograph. 100 words. Often with over 100 people taking part.
Where’s the KaBoom? There should have been a Star-Cruiser-shattering KaBoom. 😕
Well played Paduan. 🙂
I do like to disappoint. 😉
Dear Mr. Binks,
And this is how the world will end, not with a bang, but with the unspoken decision of Captain Picklefox.
Very well done.
Aloha,
Doug
Thanks Doug.
Dear Mr. B.
Hope he makes the right choice. Charming and entertaining story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle. Missed a few weeks, it feels good to be back.
Enjoyed that very much, Mr. B. Hope he chooses wisely.
janet
Thank you for the kind comment.
What a fantastic name is Captain Boris Picklefox. We are in quite a pickle if he has chosen self-destruct. Well done!
Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment. I’m pleased you liked the name!
every second Wednesday This made me laugh. Hope he makes the right choice.
Thanks for reading 🙂
Boris Picklefox, another brilliantly named hero 😉