Written for the Friday Fictioneers. A story, about a curious experience with an alien hunting party, begins after the photo.
Genre: Science Fiction/Humor
I stood beside the hunter, Raymond Bleist, looking at the dead Wolverscorpion in the sunshine of Ansinoma V. The name is the creature’s best description. It took six shots to bring the monster down. One of the gangly natives, Hu’runtu, began removing the innards with a stick.
“Male or female?” I asked.
“They’re all males,” growled Bleist.
“But then, how…?”
Hu’runtu began eating the gooey mass as though he were starving.
Cooly, Bleist withdrew his pistol, and shot Hu’runtu in the head.
“What the hell?” I screamed.
Bleist said, “Nothing can resist eating Wolverscorpion testicles.”
“How do you think they reproduce?”
Woohoo! I’m back from the Philippines and writing at my trusty computer. My fingers were developing the characteristic twitch of someone addicted to writing. I must state though, I’m not a writing addict. Addicts go to WA. 😉 Each week, the Friday Fictioneers join for a wild and wooly week of wringing their hands at the keyboard for flash fiction up to 100 words long. Look here for more exciting stories: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/08/27/29-august-2014/