Yes, I need to pay more attention to this journal. Taken as read.
Here’s a little sci-fi flash fiction action (say that ten times after a night on the cough syrup) to get me back into the swing.
“Chums, it is fast.”
We’d converted from orbit to air, taking our time in descent. The footage of the mammal running downhill to the wetlands replayed a dozen times.
“I don’t give a damn,” Majana said. “I’m eating it. If it’s the last chance I’m going to have—”
“Even if it’s the only one?”
“Especially if it is.”