Illusion Of Water
“Harvest-bots eat tomatoes?” Randall asks, stroking one ripening.
“They let ’em rot for bio-fuel,” grunts Arielle, hammering another spike deep into the soil. “Being greedy, Harvest-bots take everything, but they won’t go near water.”
She sets another spike while Randall adjusts the tarp.
“If your plan works, we’ll have real food,” he says, punctuating his remark by crushing a bee-drone. Small metallic pieces pepper his palms.
Arielle looks out on the defiant cerulean blue of the tented field. Years of used plasticine pouches of Mega-Meat and Vital-Veg, sewn together. They undulate and ripple in the wind. Waves, like the sea.
From Guest Contributor Nina Miller
Nina is an Indian-American physician, epee fencer and micro/flash fiction writer from New York. Her work can be found in TL;DR Press’s anthology, Mosaic: The Best of the 1,000 Word Herd Flash Fiction Competition 2022, Bright Flash Literary Review, The Belladonna, Five Minutes, 101 words and more. Find her on Twitter (@NinaMD1) or ninamillerwrites.com
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