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Nelson At the Holiday Party

When Nelson heard her name mentioned at the party, he came over trepid and queasy: they had "history", though not of that sort. He wanted to slip out before her grand entrance.

Too late; in that moment she wafted over the parquet wearing a gossamer gown calculated to draw all eyes. Melissa. As if by instinct, her cold stare homed on Nelson. And then a comedy of errors ensued: her chiffon snagged on a holly wreath, and in extricating herself, she stepped a stiletto heel on a power cord, de-twinkling the tree lights as she butt-flopped onto a pile of presents.

Her spell was broken. Amid the aghast looks and irrepressible titters, Nelson strode over and offered both hands to help her back to her feet. The party awkwardly resumed; she muttered a begrudging thank you, Nelson bowed slightly in acknowledgement, and as she turned to survey the wreckage, he sought his hosts to proffer an excuse for his early departure. When granted such a boon, he reasoned, best not to test the Fates.

2022.12.16

Prompts used:
#MastoPrompt: name
#FlexVSS: party
#LimerickRhyme: trepid*
#CrowsTales: queasy
#StoryIn12: moment*
#BraveWrite: gossamer
#VSSNature: holly
#VSSHumour: twinkle_lights
#VSSPoem: presents*
#oxj: out & cold
* = not used per the prompt guidelines

#SciFi #VSS

Space mining? Now there's a joke: what good is a pickax in space? No, for us it's mostly hoovering. You've no idea just how empty most of space is until you try to find something worthwhile in it.

There are those who asteroid-hop, but you waste more material redirecting your craft and constantly recalibrating your trajectory, then slowing to a proper speed, than you ever recoup from your typical asteroid. No the real gold—and platinum and ruthenium—is found just floating about in spicks and specks in space.

Some laugh at us "detectorists", but we make a comfy living, and if you miscalculate with a spoover, likely as not you'll trip across another "vein" soon enough that's equally rich. When pickings are poor, we can usually find the remnant of a comet's tail or dip around a planet's exosphere like a slingshot, but if you try to process too much debris at once, you're likely to plug the spoover—it's not built to handle that kind of density. We're after quality, not quantity.

#SciFiPrompt: space mining

#VSS #fable
(content warning)

The Lion and the Mouse

… Finding the lion caught in the hunters' trap, the mouse seized this opportunity of reversed positions to reciprocate the lion's great favor: she gnawed through the ropes. Now freed, the lion leapt upon his saviour and gobbled her up. As for the hunters, he wrought upon them a terrible, painful, lingering retribution. He then spread the story that he'd simply torn through the ropes, thereby bolstering rather than diminishing his fearsome reputation.

Moral: Those who would lead must carefully control the spin.

#MastoPrompt: reciprocate
(#130Prompt: positions)

Geese

Twilight nears; I watch
as an anserine gaggle gathers;
wings unfold, spreading wide;
flapping ripple of legs lifts to take flight.
In ones, twos, threes they detach from earth;
the flock shifts shape, reforms
as it cuts a sickle swath
through a crystal turquoise sky.
They barrel with beating synchrony
so close overhead
to arrow eastward on some errand.
I stand witness to this mundane but magnificent moment:
gander-grateful to be gifted this moment of grace
quietly special, splendorous,
unspattered.