Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write, as part of a group, a flash fiction based on the same short prompt and post the story. I hope you enjoy this week’s contribution.
Lune had watched her dancing under the generated starlight. Men swarmed her, pulsars in the dark. She ignored them approaching him herself. Illerian. Her name as exotic as her species.
Hours slipped away until they did as well to the dark corridors of the station where she kissed him, her hand pressed to his cheek. The touch was chemistry. Like sodium acetate expanding in solution.
Expanding and overwhelming. She crept into him conquering every corner of his mind. He’d have screamed if he could.
Illerian dropped her hand. “Come,” she said. She walked away knowing he followed. He was hers.
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