Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.
Once upon a time, there were different groups of Star Trek fans who lived within driving distance of one another in Rhode Island.
One group, slightly older, had produced their own episodes of Star Trek on public access cable television, back in the 1980s. They were eventually asked to stop doing this by legal entities. They changed the format of their show to a talk/discussion program.
Another group dressed up like characters from Star Trek and reenacted episodes in local parks. After a while, they got a bit more popular than anyone expected. Parents would bring their children by the softball field to watch the ‘episodes’ unfold. Eventually, a legal entity precluded their continuing with these performances. Instead, the groups modified the storylines, slightly, and continued as a comedic ‘Three Musketeers’ style ensemble that became even more popular.
Finally, another group would perform satirical skits that reflected the goings on in national politics. Their presentation of a drunken Romulan crash-landing a shuttle onto the surface of the planet Chappaquiddick drew fire from well-connected families. They were shut down, but resurfaced a few months later for ‘invite only’ events.
The members of the groups socialized infrequently with one another. Despite their obvious shared passions, they were uncomfortable around one another. Perhaps, they felt territorial. More likely, it was the raw emotion that encountering some example a withering or rare species would evince. Imagine seeing someone else, a stranger, born with your face.
They could agree, however, that Doctor Who fans (or Whovians) – low men on the sci-fi totem pole for so many years – had become kind of snooty.