Megan stared at the stain, horrified. Her mother was going to kill her! She’d leant into the car to get her sweater and now…
“I’m dead!” She moaned as she tried to wipe the ketchup off the driver’s seat.
“Thanks for trying to clean that up for me honey,” Her father’s voice made her jump, “I was winding up the window and I dropped my hotdog on the seat. Um, let’s not tell your mother!”
The Zlimck
Megan stared at the stain, horrified. Her shot had been automatic – automatic and deadly.
The poisonous Zlimck, which had been sitting on the Captain’s chair, was now just a blob. She scooped it up, dumped it into the airlock and dispatched it into space.
The ship’s doctor came onto the command deck looking harried. “Meg, if you see the Captain, tell him not to try shape changing again. He’s going to get himself into strife.”
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She didn't make the hotdog plop and slop--oh what a relief it is!
On the second one, you have no worries that anyone else wrote about Zlimcks. 5 stars for originality!
I can image Megan's relief and anger at her father in the first story. And the feeling of dread in the realization of what she's done in the second! Great writing and definately different genres.
