Two Girls

This is a story for the Vocal “New Worlds Challenge” which you can find out about below.

This is a chat fiction story as it is inspired by the Wizard of Oz / Alice In Wonderland Meme and the New Worlds Vocal Challenge prompt below.

“Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.”

Alice was sitting drinking tea and chatting with Dorothy. The Cheshire Cat was sitting on the grass and Dorothy had Toto with her and some impressive red shoes as well which Alice had not seen before.

Alice: “So do you think nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space? I mean surely the noise you make would be heard, whether you are in a vacuum or not”

Dorothy: “Sound travels by air vibrating, and in space, there may be the odd pocket of air but it is a vacuum, so no air no sound. While we can’t go into space unless we hijack one of Jeff Bezos or Elon Musk’s fairground rides. But we could simulate it in the cellar if we find a victim”

Alice: “That would be fun, let me finish my tea. I love your shoes”

Dorothy: “There was a tornado that swept up my cabin and it fell on the Wicked Witch of the East, she screamed a lot as she was crushed to death but I told her to shut the fuck up as I stole her ruby slippers”

Alice: “You let her die painfully and stole her shoes?”

Dorothy: “Yeah, why not? They are class shoes don’t you think?”

Alice: “You are a naughty one Dorothy, and yes they are really nice”

Alice finished her tea.

Alice: “So do we want to test the vacuum theory?”

Dorothy: “I have a ten-foot glass tank that used to belong to Harry Houdini, I normally drown victims in there but we can apply a vacuum pump to draw the air out and create a vacuum, we can also inject some painful venom so our victim will be screaming but once the air is removed it will be very quiet, I am sure”

Dorothy and Alice went to a local coffee house and got chatting with a well-to-do guy, who they found out was an antique dealer, and asked him back because Dorothy said she needed a valuation on an antique tallboy and her grandmother’s Victorian antimacassar.

Back at the house, they gave him another coffee before showing him the non-existent tallboy and antimacassar. He was out before he sat down.

Dorothy: “We’ll drag him downstairs, inject him with the venom, put him in the tank, let him scream, for a few minutes then turn on the vacuum pump, that will prove that nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space”

Dorothy and Alice dragged the man roughly down the stairs, injected him with the venom, placed him in the tank and then sealed it.

Five minutes later he was screaming, the blood in his veins was on fire. He saw he was in a glass tank and the two girls and their cat and dog were just watching him. He could even ask to be let out, he could only scream in pain.

Alice and Dorothy watch and started to giggle.

Alice: “He’s getting a bit loud don’t you think?”

Dorothy: “Yes, should we turn it on?”

Alice: “Yes just do it”

Dorothy turned on the vacuum pump, and five minutes later, there was no sound from the tank. They weren’t sure whether it was just because he had died from being suffocated or whether he screamed still in the vacuum, but the two girls didn’t care.

They had a body to dispose of and more victims to find.

They took his wallet and cards and would empty his accounts to keep them in the style they and their pets were accustomed to.

Dorothy: “So any ideas who’s next?”

Alice: “Why don’t we try the diner?”

To be continued ………