Romance: A Sci-Fi Short

Fiction

We stepped outside the greenhouse and the lights went cold. He reached out; his palm froze against Saturn’s gelatinous ring and pulled away from his wrist like wet paper. I felt the romance leak out of our suicide as I saw the black hole. I punched him in the face.

Originally published in 50 to 1 (as Jessica Otto) 13Feb2010.

Dream #2

Dreams

Last night I dreamt I was staying at this really nice hotel with pink walls and enormous picture windows. I was there for work, or something business related and I had to pack up all my stuff to leave. Most of the other residents, my co-workers, had already left but I wanted to stay a few extra days. But then these blue cylindrical pods fell from the sky and inside were these slimy, reptilian/insectoid monster aliens. I started to run away and one of the aliens started chasing me but along the way it took over my ex’s body, like made a skin suit and killed the fuck out of him. Then we became best friends.