With Ethereal Insight and Inquiry published for the enjoyment of my patrons, I turned the entirety of my attention to the final remaining piece of flash fiction for November, a Science Fiction romp. With the month ending today, I buckled down and finished the latest tale in the world of the Drifter II. Though when I first pulled the genre poll, I didn’t know what storyline I would focus on. However, after bouncing a number of ideas off the wall, I realized that continuing Charles and Lucile’s storyline would be the right call.
After finishing the initial outline, the remainder of the story quickly flowed through my fingertips. Unlike previous entries, Lucile does not appear in the tale. This time, I focused on an interaction between Charles and one of his newest crew members, Selina. While I’ve hinted that she’s more than she appears, I haven’t detailed her past. Though I’m sure that will be a wonderful tale to explore at some point down the road.
So, sit down and get comfortable as you follow Charles and Selina in their search for a simple flower.
As Charles and Selina explore the shops in a strange space station, will they ever find the elusive flower Selina needs…
“I’m sorry, Selina,” Charles said, stepping in front of the elderly woman. “Didn’t you mention something about how this flower’s prevalence in all the shops back at our station?”
“It is,” Selina said, walking around her captain, “though we should be able to find it here.”
Charles rubbed the corner of an eye as he rushed forward. Within moments, he caught up to the graying woman and spun her around. His calloused hands reached out, grasping her shoulders, and eased her closer. “It shouldn’t matter if a shop has the plant, you could wait until we return home to take care of this frivolous shopping?”
The elderly woman removed Charles’ hands from her body as she stepped toward him. With her lips twisting into a warm smile, she reached up and gently squeezed his shoulders. Her other hand whipped up and bounced about, pointing out the more unsavory individuals roaming the backwater station. “That question is like me asking if you would be content walking unarmed through strange corridors without the means to defend yourself from the looming hooligans.”
The young commander rubbed his face as he sucked his lower lip. When he pulled his hands away, he inched closer to the elderly woman. “While I appreciate your unique skills, not to mention the rare ingredients they require. There are some issues with that comparison.”
“Do tell.”
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