MASH-UP | FICTION | FANTASY | PROMPT
It’s Not Raining Cats and Dogs
But there were plenty of fish in the sky.
The electronic doorbell rang. A pair of mournful puppy eyes flickered alive on my screen. “Timmy’s stuck in a well! Timmy needs a calculator!”
I rolled my eyes. “T, just give me the gravity well depth so I can plug it into the system. You don’t need a calculator, I know you know the numbers.”
The twinkle in Dr. Timothee Canis’ eyes was unmistakable. The first Dog on the International Space Station was also first to ape his fellow so-called intelligent canines. He always made sure to remind everyone though, “None of them had their M.D. and Ph.D., and had gone to space — un-Laika me!”
“You’re no fun, Kitty. Fine, fine. Tell them the crashed satellite boosters are sufficient for relaunch from Jupiter.”
I purred, satisfied. “Ground control will be happy about that. Maybe now they’ll let us actually prep for the next round of freak blizzards.”
T’s face disappeared, replaced by his camera view of Earth. I squinted at the image. An alarming swirl of white was already starting to form over Europe. Switching to the WorldView-8 satellite camera, I easily spotted the Eiffel Tower, and zoomed in on it.
“Kitty, you know that’s misuse of government property,” T barked.
“Too bad you gotta come in from your space walk to stop me.”
No sign of Marcelle prowling the streets of Paris. Still, it helped my nerves to scan her usual spots. Last week’s blizzard of fish had left many piscine carcasses rotting in the alleys. I worried that she might have eaten a rotten fish and gotten sick, and if not, then maybe this next blizzard would bring down more stinking, rotten fish.
T’s tone was gentler when he came back in. “The probability of Paris going through a second fish blizzard in this century is 0.00067. Marcelle will be fine.”
“That’s the Poisson distribution for you. Me, I wouldn’t mind some anchovy on my pizza,” Frank squawked from the mission control communications channel, interrupting and ending my unsanctioned satellite use.
# Prompt
(+2) A doorbell rings and a talking dog says, "Timmy's stuck in a well!"
# Constraints
(+1) Kitty and Timmy are on the ISS in outer space.
(+1) They are monitoring blizzards, and see one starting.
(+1) Kitty zooms in on the Eiffel Tower.
(+1) Blizzard leaves rotten fish in the alleys.
# Hardcore
(+2) Frank pipes in from mission control.
# Literary device
(+5) The first Dog on the ISS is juxtaposed against Lassie and Laika.
# Tally
(+1) For the tally = 14 points
Thanks for another great prompt, Jonathon Sawyer! I challenge Dani Banani and David Bauer.
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