Slush Puppie – Part 1
Fred Skeller felt like being sad, and he could think of no better place to be sad in than the mall. So, he went.
Fred Skeller felt like being sad, and he could think of no better place to be sad in than the mall. So, he went.
Souk Baijin took a deep breath and gingerly lowered himself into the trench. With the brush, he gently swept away a thin layer of remaining dust. Something gleamed in the shadows at the bottom of the pit…
Dust swirled up around the dented metal skin of the ship as pilot Souk Baijin and navigator Charle Sage twisted and banked along the canyon bed. This was no game, but it might be the only way to get out of the business—that is, the only one that would keep them alive...
They were trash miners: prospectors of second-hand gems and used ore, cruising the junk heaps of known space for the garbage of dead cities and lost moons. They should’ve ended up as something better than this, but maybe their luck was about to turn around…
Child who does NOT want to go on a ride but is in line for that ride with an adult
“Hi. My name is Superman. It’s nice to meet you.” “Hello, Superman,” said the figure, sitting opposite in a beige armchair. It was a human male, simply clothed, with what could only be called average middle-aged features and a bald head. “Tell me about yourself.”
The grandmother felt the pause was long enough, and a gentle reminder might be appropriate. “Your cat and dog? What are their names?”
Below a hazy sun, the world falls away.