All those endless days spent analyzing and listening and fretting over every radio signal captured by Arecibo had broken my enthusiasm. The drone of static rising and fading; the computer graphics spiking and falling; the unrelenting sameness of it all had me on the brink of screaming!

The beach beckoned. I spent a day frolicking in the surf and frying in the sun.

I nearly dropped the conch shell I held to my ear. Its rhythmic static was breathtakingly familiar. I know what the universe is telling us from the vast ocean of space.

“Come on in, the water’s fine!”

Deven D Atkinson is a computer programmer living in rural Southern Ohio. Besides appearences at Every Day Fiction he has a story in “The Infinity Swords” anthology to be published by Carnivah House.

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  • So crazy its brilliant!

  • K.C. Ball


    Short but sweet. I like it. 🙂


  • A brilliant wake-up call to a dawning Friday!

  • Ditto that Bonnie! 🙂

  • A conch-ousness of the wonders of nature, to be sure. 🙂

  • Angela

    clever, interesting mini-story 🙂

  • Who’d have thought you could handle a topic this big in so few words? Very amusing, Deven.

  • I knew there were aliens in my conch shell!
    Concise and sweet, Devon.


  • Robin


  • As above, so below.

    Sweet, Deven. I like what you said in so few words.

  • Thanks for the kind comments, everyone. It was a lot of fun squeezing this story into 100 words. I am pleased others like it as much as I do.

  • If only NASA had that point of view!

  • Excellent use of very few words. Well done.

  • Terri

    Love it. Words of wisdom in a short, creative piece

  • Wonderful. You know, you could probably turn this into an excellent poem if you tried.

  • Steve: I was consciously aware of a natural rhythm when I did my first edit pass. Camille, here at EDF, is great at suggesting paragraph breaks that give micro-flash stories poetic like pauses, but I didn’t make the connection. I guess I was too focused on making it a drabble.
    You are right. Perhaps when the time comes to try and sell this as a reprint, I’ll format it in free verse.