It’s Wednesday but time for Friday Fictioneers, it may sound odd, but just go here, and all your questions will disappear.
“This is the most rubbish idea you’ve ever had,” Rat said.
“Worse than the graveyard?” I asked.
“Well…no,” Rat said.
“The graveyard was pretty shifty, though,” Pol said.
“We’re agreed then. Not my worst idea.” I eyed the dilapidated building.
“I don’t know, Rin.” Rat looked around nervously. “We’ve never been this far from the aeropad before.”
“Relax, boys,” I said. “Don’t get heebie. It’s broad daylight. The Slinkers won’t be about.”
Halfway across the deserted street to the decrepit villa on Old Earth, I heard skittering footsteps. Too late, I wondered if Rat and Pol were right after all.
* I just watched all of Firefly (how dare it be cancelled midseason?!) so space and space cultures were on my mind. Might have to revisit these three.