PHOTO PROMPT – © Emmy L Gant
Friday Fictioneers: March 11, 2016; hosted by Rochelle
Herbert thought it the perfect spot to see, but not be seen. The opaque bag inside the metal contraption disguised, he thought, his handsome physique. No need to distract the ladies, he smuckled.
Thorgood due in 100 milligrams; Herbert did need to scratch a certain urge.
Voices. Subjects to scan, poke, pry. The Z680 so efficient, didn’t need to kidnap anyone. Took some of the fun out.
Herbert next heard a strange beep, beep, like a spaceship backing up then . . .
Thorgood looked at his finger – only a milabar late; yet Herbert had taken off, opaque bag and all.