There was a body outside, its white suit and visored helmet reflecting the proximity lights from Cassandra’s ship.
“Another one,” Cassandra said, booted foot up on the console.
“Soon that will be you,” Kipe said.
Wincing at the unpleasant sound, Cassandra stuck her tongue out. The ship’s voice was that of a Kaethalellian male, emotionless and squelchy — she’d have to change it.
“Stop dreaming, Kipe, and pull it in. Least we can do is bury the poor soul.”
Kipe adjusted their path, and Cassandra heard him open the cargo bay. Standing, Cassandra walked back to the rear of the ship and palmed open the bay’s door. The body, rimed with white frost, was lying on the floor. Ignoring the queasy shift of her stomach, she walked over and crouched beside it, wiping clean the visor with her sleeve. “Monkey balls!” she swore.
“I don’t understand,” Kipe said. “What does monkey—”
“He’s still alive, Kipe! Hurry, activate the biopod!”
Day 4! I decided to participate in Inktober this year (a month-long art challenge on Instagram, created by Jake Parker) by writing short stories based on the prompts. Instead of drawings, my ink will shape words! 😉 I may be too ambitious (a new flash story every single day in October?!), but it sounds fun. I give you, #wordtober! Also, in addition to the official prompts, I’m using Holly Dunn’s #greekmythtober prompts for names.