by CJ Erick They came from the sky in shining, oblong ships. When they came for our water, we gave them our last icebergs and sent them back to their home world with festivals. When they came for our grain, our fruits, our sugar, we helped them harvest, gave them seed, and taught them to plant. When they came for our children, we wept and begged them, and watched in anger as they lifted away, our homes and hearts emptier. When they came for our wine and chocolate, we built jump-drive plasma ships and our suicide commanders burnt their world to ashes. Amen. * * * CJ Erick has published with Brilliant Flash Fiction, Camden Park Press, and others. His short fiction received a Pushcart nomination and inclusion in The Best Small Fictions 2023 anthology. He writes in multiple genres, self-publishes a space fantasy series.
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