Meatless"It's not meat you know."Meatless3 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He'd slipped up silently beside me at the meat counter and was pointing to the shrink-wrapped flat of striploin I was holding.
"They print those, from meat flavoured engineered inks, but they're not meat."
As I turned to look at him, he withdrew slightly and glanced furtively around, shrinking into the hooded sweater he was wearing.
"LeGrange and Baxter, those are real meat. Grown in a field, real. Not those ones though, they're all printed."
I put the steak down and looked further down the coolers at the LeGrange display.
"Your jeans too, not cotton. They sell them as cotton, but it's not organically grown cotton, it's engineered. Ever wonder why it itches? You should stick to Levi Strauss and Company, quality clothing for over one hundred and sixty years."
It took a moment to process that the man was just talking about Levi's. I stopped and took a look around. This was the strangest man I'd bumped into at the grocery store in recent memory.
"You're a jean sn
CrossroadsCrossroads2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Honey." He rubbed her shoulder, then brushed his hand across her face. "Time to get up."
"I don't wanna go out there," she mumbled. "The animals are weird."
"They're not weird. They're aliens."
"That's the weird part."
He smiled. "It's an alien planet. It would be weird if they weren't aliens. They're normal for here."
"You think it's normal for an animal's neck to be a solid bone with porcupine quills growing out of it?"
"Well of course it sounds weird if you put it that way."
"I don't wanna be here anymore," she whispered.
The statement hung in the air. He pulled his hand away.
"What do you want to do?" he asked gently. "Do you want to go home?"
"I don't know. I just don't...I can't stay here anymore. I don't like weird things the way you do." She paused. "Everything you like is weird."
"I like you, and you're not weird."
"Yes I am."
The knot in his stomach tightened as she reached for the bottle of pills.
Remembering IRage, I remember feeling so overwhelmingly angry at them. I wanted to kill them all. I would have, had they not been many many light years away.Remembering I2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It must have been about two or three years ago now, The Grand Pause. Well, it was the beginning of The Pause, anyway.
With the help of my clever and ingenious friends I'd made on this planet, we'd reconstructed the quantum lock communicator on the single remaining room of my ship. I'd crashed it getting here four years before that. My first mission, actually...
Not that it matters now.
I remember the screen flickering on, and it was my cousin Zion who received the call. He was surprised to see me, for sure, but thinking back he wasn't exactly happy either. Nor were the Southeast Squadron commanders, the inky markings on the both of them turned a blinding scarlet for a moment when the call was transferred.
That was when it began.
That was when the truth came out.
I'd been disposed of, sent off to a mutt civillisation with a ship that shouldn't