March 26, 2013
The Corsair: What is Love?
I rewrote episode one. The protagonist needed a better introduction due to the complex Whovian backstory.
Phil Collins, In The Air Tonight
Through binoculars, Tauran watched the slender brunette crouching on her hanches in front of a nine year old girl. She was buttoning the girl’s coat. Then she gently squeezed the little girl’s nose, honked, and laughed. The little girl laughed with her and threw her arms around the woman’s neck. Stacie hugged her back.
Releasing the girl, she stood up and looked around. A yellow school bus pulled up and the child climbed aboard. Stacie waved good bye.
He wondered what the relationship was between Stacie and the girl and he wondered why this was a Friday ritual. This was the third time he had observed this scene.
Perhaps, Stacie had met the girl on one of her adventures and bonded with her. Perhaps, Stacie had selected the girl as a recruit for the time agency. Just as Stacie had selected him, so long ago. He looked at the mark of the Corsair’s Horoscope on his huge forearm – the oddly thick snake swallowing it’s own tail. Read the rest of this entry »
March 8, 2013
The Corsair: A Promise is a Promise
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The previous episode of The Corsair is here.
Annie Lennox, Sweet Dreams
Stacie Rohr looked at a drawing of her and Rosa Parks holding hands in front of an old Montgomery bus. Stacie thought back to the day Rosa faced the police officers on the bus. Rosa wouldn’t be moved around like an animal.
She leaned out the open bus window and made a promise to Rosa Parks as a policeman pushed her into the back of the police car. She would carry Rosa’s fight for the dignity of the person (human, alien or otherwise] until the end of time.
On December 1, 1955, Stacie Rohr, an illegal alien with two hearts, fell in love with humanity.
“I won’t forget you, Rosa,” she said, and closed her leather-bound journal. “A promise is a promise.”
But Stacie also knew that promises are not always easy to keep. Occasionally, a promise made itself difficult to keep. Because a promise can be its own foil. And several promises – they can easily become labyrinth of negotiation and good faith.
Turning her attention to her Twitter stream, a tweet caught Stacie’s eye.
Why is a promise a promise? Read the rest of this entry »