Story Time, Volume 27
This week's @DailyMicroFiction twitter stories, plus a bonus story at the end!
People remember the confession but forget the cherry tree. It sits there, dead;
no amount of truth will resurrect it.
A lonely star flashes the galactically recognized code for Danger Ahead. It’s a beacon, left by a civilization long, long dead.
Beyond it lies an unassuming solar system on the edge of a spiral arms, and a strange bluish green planet.
The couple finishes their duet, their final note — a C sharp — ringing through the park.
From across the pond, an old man claps, slowly, for just a few seconds.
It's enough. They'll be back tomorrow.
The asteroids, laden with rich mineral deposits, fall gracefully through the air, alighting into the funnels of awaiting processors.
Light-years away, deepspace miners send off their next payload. They play the universe's largest and most lucrative game of pool.
"This coffee, eh?" the man in the suit says with a frown as he takes the cup from the vending machine.
"At least it's free," his coworker responds. "Dump enough sugar in it and it starts to taste like, well, sugary dirt at least."
As they leave, the refrigerator turns to the coffee machine and said, "Don't feel bitter, what do they know about coffee? I heard that on the weekends, they drink Starbucks."