Bugs Across the Pond

I have a pet pond skater who relies on the exploitation of extreme tension to get by.  Negotiating the borderline legalities between this world and that, between the fluidity of thought and solid little pincers, she hones her antennae and takes aim.  Nothing across the pond’s dim surface escapes her notice, as she races and skims passed objections, passed doubts.  Wiry limbs paddling, she focuses on the frantic rippling of soaked prey.  The trial of strength is swift, business-like and wrapped in silence; her suction-feeding mouth only pausing to peddle the sole, secret motto of the pond – “never secure anywhere.”

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This piece of flash fiction was written for Friday Fictioneers: a story in 100 words prompted by a picture that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every Wednesday. Here’s the link to the stories and this week’s picture is below, copyright Dawn Landau.

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You Gotta Make Way for the Homo Superior

In the ghetto the F/O/R/K people shuffle along, grey heads bowed, orange jumpsuits stained with the muck and mire of persisting.  I wonder how they persist?  I wonder why?  Once your assessment comes back and it places you in the Feasible-Online-Risk-Klass, national security takes over and it’s cut and dried – you get tagged and all bets are off.  Finito.  The ghetto’s the only option.  It’s a fascinating spectacle to come by and watch if you want to get a break from the office.  I have lunch here sometimes, watch them salivate and go round and round.  Superiority makes me happy.

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This piece of flash fiction was written for Friday Fictioneers: a story in 100 words prompted by a picture that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every Wednesday. Here’s the link to the stories and this week’s picture is below, copyright Marie Gail Stratford.

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