Here’s the first in a series of stories you’ll be able to read right here on my site, for free, from my little publishing company called UnWrecked Press. (Big thanks to Niki Smith for the awesome logo!)
UPDATE: Now that the free week is over, you can read the rest of this story (along with the next two stories) by downloading a copy of “Triplets: Brief Tales of the Future, Futility, and Family” from Smashwords or Amazon.
Here’s a short-short story I wrote a few years back about alien invaders and airships. Enjoy, and look forward to many more Free Fiction Fridays from me!
None of us armed ourselves with the laser harpoons or hydraulic zeppelin guns when the first dirigible came to earth, for all the weapons had been taken up by the men.
Our husbands, lovers, brothers, fathers, nephews, cousins and any other male over the age of ten had left us, engaging in the battle against the silent ships whose presence in the gray acid skies were as constant as the sun and the stars.
And so, we women, as always, had to improvise as the battle spread over years and into generations. We pulled little red hoverwagons filled with water balloons bulging with holy water. Hooked into our nanofiber winter coats were dozens of throwing stars cut from the lids of tin cans. We thanked the maker that the day the ship fell was the day before recycling got picked up at our respective curbs, and not the day after.
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