spwilcen
Flash science fiction. MA for language, violence, and gross imagery.
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“We gotta eat something.”
“But the goddam thing’s green! Six legs. I guess legs.”
“Only green outside. Here, I’ll whack it open.” [Thwock!]
“Ugh! Green inside too.”
“Don’t smell bad.”
“Your ass! Smells like, like…”
“Don’t say it. Won’t stick in your mind. Feels like meat. Remember meat?”
“No. Before my time. Always Synthexx for me”
“No more Synthexx. All gone.”
“So, it’s eat this…”
“…or die.”
“Yuh.”
“You shot the damned thing.”
“Shoot or get shot.”
“We dunno that.”
“Looked like a weapon!”
“Aw, geeze! It’s got pocket-like things.”
“What’s inside?”
“Dunno. Looks like paper. And…”
“Some kinda writing.”
© SP Wilcenski 2021
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spwilcenwrites 3/19/2021
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