June 2023

Flash Fiction #166 – Lightyears

Marjorie slides off her space suit. “Glenda, play: Home.” “Certainly dear,” says Glenda, her spaceship. Glenda’s red lights dim. Marjorie slides into her only remaining Earth dress, made of spider silk. Glenda’s mirror-scaled walls rotate and flash; rounded ceiling becomes sky, rounded walls become Marjorie’s meadow. Glenda’s vents rustle Marjorie’s hair like a spring breeze. Her

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