Author: Jennifer Ott
Genre: Fantasy Satire
“Maybe it’s time to set aside intellectualism and experience the wonders of thngs that can’t be explained.”
The Earth has stopped rotating and no one seems to notice or care, except for bleeding-heart supermodel Venetia DeMille. While Mother Earth begins to fade into a silent death, Venetia clings to hope. She solicits the help of a scientist to help, but no avail.
Not to be hindered in her quest to save the Earth, Venetia sets out on a journey around the world to find like-minded people and caring souls – an exuberant youth, a magical healer and a man of God. Although together they are able to rekindle faith, their effort still does not provide results. It is a mysterious meeting of four horsemen that carry them to the east where they experience a connection to the earth and each other.
Could the forces that gather with their united efforts prove to be the remedy to save the planet?
Dark, menacing clouds swirled in the sky. Fierce winds blew. Trash lofted in gusts and even birds had trouble fighting the strong squall. Venetia lowered her head, sheltering her face as she plowed forward with the crowd. She didn’t notice that she tread on a short, square-looking man, knocking him face first to the cement sidewalk. His briefcase cracked open and papers spewed across the sidewalk.
“Oh no,” said Venetia, kneeling to the man’s aid. “I didn’t see you.”
The man popped upright proudly, straightening his bow tie. Despite the seriousness, there gleamed a sensibility in his eyes. “Well then, perhaps you should open your eyes.” Staring straight at Venetia, his shorter stature gave him direct eye contact with the nape of her slender neck. He squared his shoulders, adjusted his black thick-rimmed glasses and looked up into her eyes. “You could be quite dangerous to others when you’re not watching where you’re going.”
“But it’s hard to see in this wind,” replied Venetia, “the trash and dust could sting my eyes.”
“Or you could trample over a fellow citizen!” the man scolded.
Venetia did not like the man’s tone, especially since it was an accident. She was well acquainted with those who talked down to her, talked around her and even talked as if she wasn’t there at all, but seldom was she scolded by a serious, scowling pint-sized man. All she wanted to do was thrust her hands on her hips and give him a piece of her mind. “Well, I’m sorry.”
The man scoffed as he lowered to retrieve his belongings: a broken pointer, documents with pedestrian footprints and sketches ripped to shreds. “I am a scientist!” the man cried out, “I do not have time for a stampede of civilization!”
Suddenly ashamed of her judgment, Venetia numbly watched the man struggle against the tide of people. “You are a scientist?”
Hugging his broken pointer and shredded documents to his chest, he pressed his thick glasses to his face. “Miss, I am Doctor Poindexter Scheigopherer,” he said, as if it were a household name. “Do you realize that the increased amount of toxins in the Earth’s atmosphere is causing the Earth to turn at a faster rotation, thus devastating the fabric of our very existence?”
“Is that why it has been so windy?” asked Venetia.
Poindexter chuckled. “Why, aren’t you the smart one?”
“You don’t have to be so mean about it! I was only asking,” replied Venetia.
One of Poindexter’s flyers blew around Venetia’s ankles. She reached for the flyer and read: How excess toxins in the Earth’s atmosphere increase the rate of rotation. The admirable Doctor Poindexter Scheigopherer demonstrates his theory of ARR at the World’s Fair. “ARR?” questioned Venetia curiously.
“Yes. Accelerated Rapid Rotation—ARR.” Poindexter ripped the flyer from her hand. “Now if you don’t mind, I have important business to attend.”
With his arms full he headed off, leaving Venetia with questions and doubt.
Inspiration comes from watching way too much Monty Python. The abstract and the absurd way of looking at normal life, not only offers humor, but questions many problems in society in a light-hearted manner. If we can laugh at ourselves, if we can laugh at life, problems do not seem quite so difficult to tackle. In fact, problems are not as complicated as they seem; everything is very simple. If you can laugh at it, write about it and read about it, most likely one would think about it. Author Jennifer Ott has written several satire fiction, Wild Horses, The Tourist and two non-fiction books Love and Handicapping and Ooh Baby Compound Me! Her latest book about the homecoming of a Vietnam Veteran, Edge of Civilization will be released soon. Jennifer Ott lives in Long Beach, California, enjoys the sun, the sand, the surf and lots of Mexican food.
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