This week’s Friday flash (or Friday drabble, as it were) is based on this photo from wiki commons. It’s supposed to be some type of chemical element, but to me, it looks like a good magical item.
The ship’s gardens were amazingly lifelike. I crouched at the edge of the pool, studying the dragonfly.
I remembered Father’s warnings about flying spy devices. The insect robots were to cross-pollinate and provide beauty, too, without the unsanitary attributes of real insects. They couldn’t carry a camera, too, could they?
The gardens were supposed to provide fresh food and a calming place to walk. Thinking about all that Father had said, I couldn’t be calm. I had to always be on guard, wary and suspicious. Always!
I wanted home. At least home was safe.
“Lieutenant? Staff meeting,” the sergeant called.
I am a Versatile Blogger.
If I am lucky, I manage an hour before I upchuck. Before anyone mentions them, anti-nausea pills take an hour to work and I don’t always have an hour.
