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Affection

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Published: December 18, 2009
The air in the waiting room is heavy and rigid. I think they can sense that something is wrong.

"It's so hard to put them down, isn't it?" says the woman next to me. She looks like she hasn't slept.

"Incredibly hard," I admit. "I wish bios weren't so frail."

"But for the duration of their short lives they give you unconditional love," she points out.

I look at Jimmy and wonder if I'm doing the right thing.

"It's alright," she reassures me. "If you really love your humans, you won't let them suffer needlessly."

And she's right, of course.
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A scifi drabble (a short story with exactly 100 words, not counting the title) that was published in Altmag #4, which had a Cyberpunk theme (edited slightly after publication). Another scifi drabble of mine was also published in that issue, I will probably submit it later.
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DjosephHobbyist Writer
Hey, nice one. :)
Will that other "drabble" come up as well? I love these short things. Wish I had the gusto to try it on myself.
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diamondieProfessional Writer
Thanks, and probably yes. I just try to vary things that I submit, so the next submissions will probably be visual art.

Just go ahead and try it! You have already written haiku so the transition to drabble wouldn't be so drastic.
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It's longer (for me) than you could ever imagine. I fear the sheer drop that lies there betwixt the two. :fear:

But I just might do it anyway... have several ideas that are too complicated for poetry, and too small even for a short story.
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