“Beam Me Up Scotty”

As the mob began to gather at the far end of the beach, I calculated my available time. 15.45 minutes. I began locking coordinates into my shifter, allowing for wind and drift.

I continued to record as the sound of angry inhabitants rolled along the path and engulfed me. The old t-shirt logo “Beam me up, Scotty. There is no intelligent life on this planet” came to mind.

No planet seemed quite ready to accept me. Sigh. I gave a small wave to the horde, and shifted out of the zone. I phased back in on a similar path. Let’s see what this version was like. {104 words}

 

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, hosted by Priceless Joy (and she is), week of February 16, 2016. And thank you, T. J. Paris for the fascinating photograph!

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