Thursday, April 25, 2013

Strange Bedfellows


Though he was thoroughly conversant with conveyances on this primitive mudball, Janx hated these damnable two-wheeled contraptions. But, as the old saying goes, “Needs must when the vornax bites your hindquarters”.

He knew responsibility for the unfortunate disappearance of the Review Committee would be foisted off on him and so he needed to make himself scarce until the furor died down. That was why he’d been forced to contact Gunther. 

As a senior Felinoid Science Academy researcher, Gunther had already been on this benighted backwater when Janx first arrived. He had excellent contacts and if anybody could help him, Gunther was the one…for a price.

As the pudgy xenobioligist strolled out to meet him, Janx was annoyed to see Gunther had ignored his request to keep things quiet and had brought his entire team with him. With an exasperated sigh, Janx wondered if anything would ever go as he’d planned.


This story was written for the weekly Visual Dare flash fiction prompt: a cat's world. As a personal challenge, I have been stringing the prompts from week to week into an ongoing story. This marks the seventh such and previous installments may be found here

2 comments:

  1. Is this really only the seventh story you've linked? It seems like so many more - in a good way. Your imagination is terrific.

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  2. What do you call a team of cats? :) Nice story, man. Cats must be from another planet. There's really no other explanation.

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