Got an assignment today for those same three flash stories, revised. Here they are.
Two girls. They were still friends, that was the main thing. The “thing” that had happened “that night” hadn’t ruined their friendship. Not yet, anyway. Two bottles of wine, split between them. Two tabs of ecstasy, one each. Their embrace. Their kiss. Their… lips. Under the influence of Aunt Molly, they had been two halves of the same magnificent sexual whole. But now, in the light of morning, they were just two girls. Shopping.
“What say you?” “They are not ready. ” “No progress?” “On the contrary, they have progressed well. When last I came, the humans were children telling stories and forming gangs. Now they are adolescents, growing rapidly in power and wisdom, full of optimism and doubt.Their souls grow restless and yearn for something more than this shallow material life. They are on the cusp of adulthood. My next visit will be in 200 years, not 2000. ”
Nope. Nuh-uh. I won’t do it. So shut up, Bad Man In My Head. If we do it again they’ll put us back in the Home and we don’t need the Home. We’re not bad people any more. We have a job, a girlfriend, and people like us and some of them even know what we did to that girl. And we don’t want to hurt anyone ever again. Ever. So SHUT. UP. BAD. MAN.