Paddle Surfing Rainbow Flash Fiction

aloha coast writers,
                 Paddle surfing style for a coastal watersport rainbow
inspires  coastalSciFi flash fiction.    Enjoy play on!

The Dream

     Awaking from a deep sleep, Cooper sees Suzi operating a monitor. For a glimpse--less than a glimpse--Cooper views Suzi as he would if she were human. For a moment, meeting this human on the Continent, Cooper is overwhelmed with a sense of domestication and funny feelings of attraction.

     It had seemed like the start of a nice dream, and cooper is surprised, even here at the Outpost that he even remembers any dreams, much less this one.  He had entered a front door to the smell of roast turkey. There was a woman in the kitchen. Children in pajamas were playing a game at the table. A cat slept near the hearth of a stone fireplace.  A happy dog greeted him. The space soon became thick. His hands, legs, all of his body moved in thick space. Air became thicker and thicker until just before he stopped breathing altogether. Then he awoke to another one. 

     Her eyes fixed on his and drew him in, as if ancient invisible wind tunnels. She was the perfect partner, hand picked by Mother Nature herself.

     She says, "There should be a lone creature, I think, and soft minded."

     "Lone creature? And lonely?"

     "The Tigress doesn't know the meaning."

     "A lone creature but not lonely," Cooper says, even while trying not to wake up. He makes a mental note to himself even in the middle of his dream: cats are not evil. Think of

re-awakening of abilities lost long ago over time. Such mature cats don't normally succumb to arbitrary domestication. 

     "She is the mask of determinism, ever broadening her path and you, Dr Cooper, are looking into the eyes of high adventure."

     Her life here was a series of maintaining her options. But from this moment on, her horizons were rapidly narrowing. Eyes that told them they were about to settle into something no one was sure of.  In so many words, they didn't know it, but they were committed to each other from this moment on.  Nothing was unfulfilling to her, either.

Her actions weren't yet demonstrating her intentions with the pinpoint clarity he had hoped for. She was a seasoned actress, duplicating Mother Nature's script down to the bone.  As if to express the feeling of Mother nature herself. A look as if to permit herself her own aroused feelings. Her ideas were spontaneous. Never entering the slow filter of thinkingness. He didn't know she was about to answer all his wishes and wants. She would become a willing participant in a deadly game with a look that established a right to be here. This was not a staging place. There was no acting here. And even if there were, the audience displayed indifference unless it concerned them directly.  She had pure knowledge of her every move. A sheer huntress beyond her years. Every little action, look, movement worth a thousand words.  She was about to create an experience of action that yearned for.

     "Dr Cooper! Dr Cooper!" It was Suzi. "Wake up! Dr Cooper!"