Mid-Week Muses: “They’re Ornery, Mam!”

mwm_pngA weekly compilation of collected microfictions composed by yours truly. If your time is short, these are shorter!

"Most humans became wild
unsentients from the
virus.. You've no idea how
lucky we are to be talking
gorillas instead!"
The tuberous aliens that
raised him were kind and
wise, but Kemda never felt
that he belonged until he
met other humans.
The steampowered cowboy
punched a deinonychus. "They're
ornery, Mam!"

She unholstered the ray-gun
from her frock. "Duck!"
"Here to gloat?"

"No."

"But... I'm your evil Nemisis."

"Mostly, you're a performance
artist. And you're dying."
"I know you're a hen once
a month, but why am I now
a rooster?"

Mabel pecked him
gently. "You married me,
and my curse."
"Ready for questions?"

"Sure."

"When were you born?"

"1367."

"Really? Mine's 1406!
Finally, I'm dating an
older man!"
Marc nodded to the
inquisitive space
cockroach. "Humans had
a thing about cosmetic
differences too. But now
we know better."

Copyright © 2017 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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