It was just Red, her murky herpetology collection, and a dwindling supply of Powerbars and Diet Coke. She had surrounded herself with spreadsheets and maps of the Great George River Basin, a calculator and a few tottering resource books. Red was so close to a breakthrough.
Numbers floated across her eyelids, over her brain waves, and through her senses as though she could see them in mottled rainbows of colors. She could feel the numbers as they bumped their way across her synapses, trying to make connections that she knew must exist. Every hour she was just a little closer. It was there, she knew it was, if only she could just reach out and grab it in solid form.
Red pulled at her greasy ponytail with frustration, attempting to tuck withered amber strands back into order. She looked for the hundredth time over the local habitat of the Eastern Indigo Snake, endangered since 1978, supposedly due to destruction of habitat. Red knew better. She'd seen the regional dwindling of reptiles and amphibians much too heavily over the past eight years, and she was going to figure out why.
The connection had something to do with the grand Robicheaux estate. It loomed on the edge of town in Southern luxury, attracting dreamy tourists during the summers from across the nation, and even overseas. From her spreadsheets, Red knew that the concentrations of dead animals were heavier along the five mile perimeter of the estate. She just needed to get some sleep, if the numbers would stop scrolling across her mind and let her rest, and then she'd grab McDonalds and head over there to see for herself.
She'd been sitting so long on the floor that her legs didn't want to unfold to allow her to stand. Cramps surged across her muscles as she stretched out her feet. She arched her back for a moment, and then raised her eyes to the jars on her shelves. And that's when the octopus, the crown jewel of her herpetology collection, raised it's gelatinous tentacled arm at her in a wave, and slowly winked.
This is a piece of flash fiction for The Red Dress Club. The prompt was to write the fiction in 300 words (just a teeny bit over, sorry!) or less, inspired by the word 'life'. You can check out other writings HERE. All of the pictures were taken when we went to the Natural Science Museum in Raleigh, NC last month. I've been saving them for a little fiction ever since.