Lost Conversations

Heard on the radio, a transmission from past decades: a fragment of conversation, picked up as the spacecraft travels its uncharted path. “I’ll see you soon, put the kettle on,” then laughter drifting into silence.

“Who were they” you ask yourself but cannot say; trapped as you are on this lost mission to a distant galaxy; sent out to explore the universe before the Earth was destroyed by meteorites.

“Life on other planets, I hope? ” was all you could think as you turned to look at Greg, the captain of the spacecraft, now piloted without purpose or destination. “Shall I make a note of it” you ask, but he just shakes his head,

What is the purpose? There’s no one left to talk to, and nothing but these fragments of conversation bouncing round in space to stir emotions: brief relics of a vanished home

“Can’t beat the view” you say, trying to keep it light, but routine without purpose drained the magic from this adventure years before: now silence is their only companion. Galaxies pass by unremarked by two souls lost in travelling, robbed of home and context by that catastrophe which destroyed the earth, careless of it’s evolution.

“What does it mean” you ask yourself, staring at the photograph you hold of your young wife and baby boy but mute indifference has no answer to your question. At some unspecified hour, you accept, some black hole or other matter will swallow this lost evidence of man, and suns will rise and planets form without comment or exclamation as you become a particle in space.

About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

Trying to remember what my future is
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9 Responses to Lost Conversations

  1. Robin says:

    This sent chills!!


  2. Thomas Aquinas called it returning to the potency of matter! Very evocative as always, Peter.

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  3. araneus1 says:

    Loved it. Reminded me of one of my favourite Star Trek episodes — a conversation with a lost solo pilot. A search found the craft but the pilot had been dead for centuries. The conversation spanned time. Gave me a chill, just like your story.

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  4. Very different and very good, Peter. This reminds us of who/what we are and provides a nudge for us to focus on those things that really matter whilst we can.


  5. Your creative range remains astounding! What a read! Hope you’ve been keeping well 🙂


  6. Al says:

    Startling in its possibilities. One can only hope that when it’s all over, your spellbinding compositions will still be adrift somewhere in the space/time continuum of the universe for future beings to discover and enjoy as we have.


  7. nelle says:

    Short, tragic, and spooky.


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