The following is for Trifecta’s Week Seventy-Seven writing challenge. Word count must be between 33 and 333 words. The word of the week is the third definition for “deliberate.” My entry begins after the image. The challenge page may be found here: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/
1: characterized by or resulting from careful and thorough consideration <a deliberate decision>
2: characterized by awareness of the consequences
3: slow, unhurried, and steady as though allowing time for decision on each individual action involved <a deliberate pace>
Genre: Science Fiction
Word Count: 333
“There goes Tad, again,” said Matt.
An alien, an Alcallan to be precise, had walked into the bar. No big deal, really. We saw aliens in Tommy’s Pub all the time. The extra-terrestrial looked humanoid enough, but he was really short, maybe 4’7″. His steps were slow and deliberate, as though submissive. Big Tad Wilson, the bully, could not resist such an invitation.
The 6’4″ lout impertinently blocked the Alcallan’s way while slurping his beer. “Hey little…thing,” said Tad. “You gotta pay an entrance fee.”
Matt, ever the protector, started to stand, “I’m gonna stop this right now.”
I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back down. “Hang on. Let this play out.”
Matt stared at me, incredulous. I said, “Alcallans are from a high-gee world. 2.58 gees to be exact. You know what that means?”
“Yeah, it makes them short.”
“Better to say, ‘diminutive,’ but correct. That’s not all of it, though.”
By now, Tad was shouting. “Ain’t no way in hell you’re gonna drink beer in here with us people!”
The Alcallan moved so fast he was a blur. Suddenly, he had Tad’s beer and began to drink it. Tad’s eyes bugged out.
“On a high-gee world, everything falls faster,” I explained. “You must be fast to react. Alcallans are unbelievably quick.”
Matt relaxed, slightly. “At least he has a chance. He can run away if he has to.”
“He won’t,” I said. “There’s something else.”
Tad addressed the bar. “You all saw it. This little shit stole from me!” He stepped forward and swung his massive fist at the Alcallan’s face.
You could hear the bones breaking.
Tad wailed like a little girl as he stared in shock at his shattered, drooping hand.
“The pull on a high-gee world would kill you and me in a day,” I said. “Alcallan bones and muscles are built like rocks.”
Matt snickered. “Too bad, Tad. The guy was just minding his own business.”
“Not really,” I said. “When Alacallans start fights, they begin by walking slow.”