Burst Fiction

She watched him lazily as they lay entwined on the bed. Her fingers traced along his jawline, back and forth before brushing them gently across his lips. The feathery touch elicited a ghost of a smile as his eyes closed.

She leaned forward and pressed a light kiss against those lips. “I love you like pancakes, Eric.” He chuckled softly.

“I love you like syrup. Now go to sleep you silly girl.”

Snuggling into his warmth with a contented sigh, she pulled the sheet over her cool skin and shut her eyes.

As they slept, a faint red light began to flash just behind her left ear. The pulse grew stronger until her eyes flew open. She sat up turned to stare at Eric who was still slumbering away. She had no memory of the whispered endearments only a few hours before. With a calculated, swift movement, she placed her hands on either side of his head and snapped his neck.

She rose gracefully from the bed and dressed quickly. She opened a hidden compartment in the wall and prepared to carry out the mission.

by Melia

Second Skin

The question was hardly a surprise. In simpler days it meant a
looming divorce, but not today. Not in an age where fantasy became
reality at the touch of a button. Or a thought.

No one was themselves anymore. It was ironic, given how people had
behaved in the past. Back when it was cool to complain in forums and
blogs that technology would isolate humanity. The irony was lost on
us then, as it was now.

People today appeared as you imagined them. Augmented eyes created
supermodel bodies on frumpy frames. No one exercised. They didn’t
need to.

The irony was that technology still isolated us, even as it brought
us back together. Physical contact was restored, but the extra coat
of paint made us more alone than ever.

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