Fiction Friday (on Wednesday): Star Trek Encounter

We publish poetry: at T.S. Poetry Press, Every Day Poems, and here at Tweetspeak.

Writing short fiction is a marvelous playground for the poet to develop these essential ingredients, so we encourage you to try it, and we make a point to feature it. Today’s short fiction is by Sara Barkat, a fifteen-year-old who writes sestinas, sonnets, and whatever else she can poetically get her hands on. Do you sense the poetry in her fiction? Can you put her fiction into your poetry?

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An Encounter • set in the universe of Star Trek (The Original Series)

Looking back through the innumerable folders stored on my Padd, in an attempt to go through and organize them into some sort of coherency, I found many documents I had forgotten about. One such was connected to a particularly memorable story, an encounter with a most singular individual. I was on a long, tedious flight, and had exhausted all methods of amusement. Most of the passengers were dozing, it being night now according to the planet we’d left, but I was just passing through on a longer journey, and was depressingly alert.

I stood up to stretch my legs, wandering over to the back of the craft. To my surprise, someone was standing there already, looking out the small viewscreen. The surprising thing was not that he, like myself, had obviously had nothing to divert him; but that he was a Vulcan, quite young, dressed in a Starfleet uniform—medical or scientific I couldn’t tell—and that he was smiling, quietly, as if at some private amusement.

I had met Vulcans before—in general, I found them to be excellent conversationalists, if occasionally coming off as slightly superior.

He turned to look at me, as if only just pulled out of his reverie, though he must have heard me minutes before. “The view really is amazing, isn’t it, ” I remarked.

“Mmmm, ” he agreed. “I find the beauty and complexity of the universe to be fascinating. There are always new things to discover, in the smallest particles and the largest galaxies alike.”

“Exactly. And the fact that you can find patterns and similitude in the most unexpected places.”

We fell silent for a moment then, engaged in our own thoughts, before the Vulcan spoke again. “What brings you this way?”

“To Earth or the window?” I quipped.

“Earth; though I’m sure your reasons for coming to the window would make for a captivating discussion.”

I laughed. “Perhaps! Though I doubt it. I’m visiting family, in fact.”

“Ah.”

“My brother is getting married, and, of course, the whole family had to come—even if we haven’t spoken in years.” I shook my head in annoyance.

My companion was looking at me now, thoughtfully. “Perhaps it will be an occasion to patch up relationships, ” he suggested.

“That’s likely, ” I muttered.

The Vulcan hesitated. When he spoke next, he seemed to be choosing his words carefully. “In my experience of humans, ” he ventured, “you spend much energy on regretting things that happened, or did not happen.”

“Yes, ” I admitted. “You’re right. Yet have you never regretted anything?” I sighed slowly. “Sometimes it takes more than wishing for a thing to be right to make it so.”

In the depths of space, stars—bigger than can be comprehended with the human mind, small enough to cover with a fingernail—slowly slipped past.

“I am familiar with that, ” he said.

Photo by kurtxio, Creative Commons, via Flickr. Short fiction by Sara Barkat.

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Try It

Prompt Option 1. Write a short piece of fiction that involves a single event and a dialog between yourself and someone you admire or wish you could meet.

Prompt Option 2. Find the poetry in Sara’s fiction and put it in a poem of your own. Try to capture a sense of story, no matter how small.

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Sara Barkat

I like my tea black (with a special love for Indian chai) and my novels long (give me sci-fi, fantasy, or 19th century to make me especially happy!)—though I’m always exploring beyond my known universe and will drink greens, reds, and oolongs, and read almost any genre or style that crosses my table. Speaking of the universe, I have a passion for learning about anything from black holes to the mysteries of time. When I’m not sitting by the window, sharing the sun with our little lemon tree, I can be found making lemon cupcakes and other confections, creating art (pen and ink, intaglio, and Prismacolors, please) or moving through the world on the toes of ballet or jazz dance.

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