Flash Fiction

Space Crimes

Let’s get together,
maybe this weekend.
We can hop a freighter
heading out on the
long
haul
to Alpha Centauri.

You can wear that blue dress
you’ve been wanting,
and I’ll wear the red coveralls
your Uncle bought me last July.

I’ll pack the Colt,
and the
knife.

Let’s get higher
than we’ve ever dreamed.
Let’s set fires
in confined spaces.
Let’s
commit
space crimes.

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