I’ve stayed pretty busy, so I haven’t been posting as many very short stories on Twitter as I was. But I am trying to keep it up, since it’s so much fun! I wrote these stories for #vss365, #scififri, #scifansat, and #satsplat.
She stirs a pot of water, smiling. "I'm making soup," she says. "Try some."
"Delicious," I say, wishing we had real soup. 10 more days. "Sweetie--"
"Don't worry, Mommy. I know we don't have rations. I'll be brave until we land."
"Yes, baby." Tears cloud my eyes.
Greetings from Earth
The craft unfurled like a tangle of vines. The beings inside shimmered and glowed like sentient mists. I tried to call off the airstrike. Too late--they'd triggered our 1980's paranoia. I cried when it hit--burned everything to ash. I hope they didn't suffer.
It was nothing like we thought. The first signs were in the flight patterns of butterflies and the song of the whales. When the ship arrived, it was a green and translucent, more like a bubble than a craft. Their contact brought a revolution of peace.
It was a joke, a fun thing to do for my bachelorette party the night before the wedding. But the old woman had palsied hands and milky white eyes, and she gasped when she touched my hand.
"What's my fortune?"
"Run," she said. "Don't look back."
I wish I'd listened.
Her hands stray over the shackles she's spent months shaving away. Liberty, almost... A key turns in the lock; a guard shoves something in her cell. A child, tiny shackles around bony wrists. Sobbing. She wraps it in her arms.
"Shhh, it's okay. We'll be free. Someday."
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