Story Time, Volume 31
This week's @DailyMicroFiction twitter stories, plus a bonus story at the end!
He downed the last of the cocktail, sighing in appreciation. Unexpectedly, he then popped the orange peel into his mouth.
"You're not supposed to eat the garnish," his friend said to him as he chewed.
"That drink was $15. I'm not letting any of it go to waste."
"hi mister mushroom! i brought some leaves."
The girl began to scatter them around her. The fungus did not reply, at first.
After she left, I noticed a pleasant smell near where she had been. It reminded me of friendship, of laughter, and of damp earthy mulch.
Soon after Earth built its first quantum computer, it received its first extraterrestrial visitors.
Sadly - but predictably - they were lawyers.
Quantum oscillation was patented, by a civilization a few trillion light-years away. And for them, infringement was deadly serious.
He was a monk, once - lived in Tibet, orange robes, the whole shebang. Lured back by the call of family, he now works a boring office job in an Iowa suburb. But every morning he eats his bagel plain.
It's his tiny pilgrimage to nirvana.
The final colony-ship to leave Earth was gilded with a green copper patina, hundreds of years old. Nobody remembered its origins: crafted in a city that used to be called Paris, transported across an ocean, and standing proudly for almost a thousand years.