Flash Fiction: Shipwrecked

“Is it feathers, or fur?”

He hands her the purple pelt. “It’s warm.”

She wraps it around them both. “I should be grateful we’re shipwrecked on a planet with everything for human survival. But we’ve gone from astronauts to hunter-gatherers in a day…”

 

 

 

 

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