Love in the Time of Antibiotic-Resistant SuperCholera

(Or Adventures in Speed Dating circa 2350)

“You have to maintain an even pace. It does you no good to get all zig-zaggy and creative. Not in this business.”

Buster gestured with his hands, indicating what it meant not to zig-zag. The table between us an honorary earth and the various condiments honorary crops in need of watering.

“I mean sure, the storms of Old Earth would have done whatever the hell they please, but this ain’t Old Earth anymore. We’re all bio-domed up now baby, the whole enchilada. Now we can focus on maximum efficiency.”

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Cajun Folktale Flash Fiction

When the lights got low on the bayou, the shadows of the bald cypress and tupelo trees stretched long across the water. The tendrils of their branches interrupted only by the patches of grey green moss or the ripples of an alligator searching for dinner. Paw Paw would say that the trees were travelling, sending their souls out for safekeeping. The Devil comes at night, Paw Paw would say, and the birds and small mammals might seek shelter in the trees, but where would the trees seek shelter? They had to keep their souls safe just like everybody else. For weeks after Paw Paw first told me this, I was frightened whenever I saw my shadow. I imagined that my soul was seeking shelter too and I ran and ran to catch up to it, to draw it back into me. When Paw Paw got wind of this, he laughed so hard he fell over and made MeMe spill her berries. He explained that only trees could do this, that we were stuck with our souls for better or worse.

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