The holidays were always problematic here in the Plutonic Zone. Folks expected a feast, but you couldn’t feed them mutant turkey. Stan the Retired Lieutenant had passed around a written notice forbidding the use of the two-headed birds as people food. So annoying.
She woke early and began to creep through the old garden, collecting colorful pebbles for her soup. Some of them had little bugs clinging to them, which would add protein. After a while, her wrist began to ache from the bitter cold, and she wished she had worn the gloves she’d taken from that dead spaceman.
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Ooh scary picture of the future!
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Yah! 😀
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😱
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That was just downright weird! 🤣
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Thanks so much! 😜
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Paula, you have an incredible imagination! You are really good at flash fiction! Though I could do without the bugs for protein! LOL! 😀
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Thank you! 😍
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The gloves from that dead spaceman might be worth something.
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I love sci-fi Paula. My favourite part “Some of them had little bugs clinging to them, which would add protein.”
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Thanks!
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I got more fascinated by your illustration than story, to be honest. I really like what you did with the place, I mean, space! Your story, with its quirks and humor, reminds me of Jonathan Coulton’s “Chiron Beta Prime” (which happens to be a favorite on my Xmas music list 😄). https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUoDmRM2aJ0
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Thanks!
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