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CYCLES • by Stephen V. Ramey

The butterflies filling the greeting bay were intended to instill a sense of lightness and peace. Purser Hardy Dickens heard only the incessant tapping of metalloid bodies against metalloid walls, a reminder of the endless droning of days of his last hundred or so years of life aboard the Interplanetary Love Ship.

He straightened his lapels and fixed a stolid grin onto his face. Company-paid Rejuve treatments had kept his body fit, but his soul had been leaking into the void for decades.

This would be his final voyage. He’d said that before, but this time he meant it. He would opt off ship at Saturn Station or maybe the Uranus fly-by. His company debt would be settled by then and the lack of contemporary medical facilities at the outposts would mean a quick enough end, a few years at most. Whatever holdings he left behind could be distributed to his great-great-great-great grandchildren, if anyone could find them. He had long ago lost track of family.

The bay door began its rumbling ascent. Butterflies whooshed outward like gas molecules through a breech. A single one landed on his sleeve, blue and black patterned wings pulsing open, closed, open.

Such a fragile, useless creature, much like a purser on a modern cruise ship. There was no need for money handling, leaving him to serve as a mere cheerleader for the passengers.

He cupped his hand above the butterfly, not quite touching the glistening antennae protruding from its wedge-shaped head. Light pulsed their length in cadence with the wings, indicating the transmitter within the creature was functional.

They would lose between one and five percent of their colorful cargo; he had done his stint on the administration deck and knew the delicate balance between a showy display and out-of-pocket expenditure. Would this little butterfly be among the losses? Or would the ship’s recall signal bring it home?

His heart stuttered as the butterfly leaped, brushing his hand ever so gently. He flexed his fingers closed, open, closed.

Tears suddenly steamed behind his eyes. Maybe life felt empty because he wanted it to be. And if he could want that, well couldn’t he want something… else? A truer smile tested his lips. His gaze sought his butterfly among the evaporating masses. I hope you return.

Still smiling, he stepped forward, spreading his arms wide to greet the passengers.


Stephen V. Ramey has been published on Strange Horizons and PodCastle as well as in Triangulation: Taking Flight. He lives and writes in New Castle, PA USA, where he regularly visits the odd ducks that live along the river.

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CYCLES • by Stephen V. Ramey, 3.8 out of 5 based on 39 ratings
Posted on June 2, 2010 in Stories
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15 Responses to “CYCLES • by Stephen V. Ramey”


  1. Jeff Says:
    June 2nd, 2010 at 3:36 am

    Wonderfully evocative of a much larger world. This has the potential, I think, to be a much larger story. Great read.

  2. Cathryn Says:
    June 2nd, 2010 at 5:15 am

    This exquisite line will linger for quite some time: …his soul had been leaking into the void for decades.

  3. Debi Blood Says:
    June 2nd, 2010 at 5:31 am

    I agree with Cathryn: That line is exquisite. The entire story is sad and lovely and enjoyable, but THAT LINE – wow.

  4. Bill Webb Says:
    June 2nd, 2010 at 5:40 am

    Quite an imagination!

  5. Jen Says:
    June 2nd, 2010 at 7:02 am

    I love the paralells you draw between the pursor and the butterfly. I love how he’s almost envious of the butterfly. Nice description of the butterfly too.

  6. Mary B. Says:
    June 2nd, 2010 at 8:56 am

    I loved this. LOVE. It was haunting and beautiful without trying to hard. Five enthusiastic stars.

  7. vondrakker Says:
    June 2nd, 2010 at 9:13 am

    5 big stars for this.
    A wonderfully descriptive and delicate piece.
    5 *****

  8. Nancy Wilcox Says:
    June 2nd, 2010 at 9:55 am

    Oh! That line about his soul leaking into the void for decades. That is an immortal line. Thank you for that one.

  9. Margie Says:
    June 2nd, 2010 at 10:59 am

    Wonderful!

  10. Contracts out, contract in « Ramey Writes Says:
    June 2nd, 2010 at 11:59 am

    […] a personal note, my short flash piece, “Cycles” (500 words) is up at Everyday Fiction today. It’s getting rave reviews, but the stars rating is holding around 3.5 out of 5. This […]

  11. Mary Says:
    June 2nd, 2010 at 12:56 pm

    I agree with all of the comments, and I would add that your writing has such an easy cadence, it reads so naturally – there’s not a wasted word anywhere. Like good poetry. Enjoyed very much.

  12. Milo Says:
    June 2nd, 2010 at 9:52 pm

    Haunting–in a good way. Well done!

  13. ajcap Says:
    June 3rd, 2010 at 8:05 am

    As well as the sentence about his soul leaking out, I also liked the idea of changing what you want. Good writing, makes a person think.

  14. Steve Ramey Says:
    June 10th, 2010 at 11:28 am

    Thanks to everyone for taking time to read and react. It’s energizing when a piece works for others the way it was intended. Also, rare :-]

  15. Submissions update « Ramey Writes Says:
    June 27th, 2010 at 9:27 pm

    […] been rejected a few more times, but Cycles has appeared in Everyday Fiction to some very positive comments. That made my […]

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