
His Own Kind
There weren’t any of his kind left. No, they’d died off centuries before leaving Drom the only humanoid in a world of beings thousands of years his senior. His only solace in this speciary loneliness was the company of a Vermilingua from the planet Venus. While her face held the classic conical features of her race, it was easily covered by her coarse hair. The prize was her mammalian chest, which bore two solid mountains of flesh, much like the Appalachian range back home. Drom’s favorite galactic voyage was to visit her sandy sanctuary.
After pleasantries and a few kisses that felt like sticking his tongue into a tackle box, he would swoop her hair down over her snout, leaving just the view of her two tanned circles, the warmth of Earth’s sun beaming into each palm. He suckled her in remembrance of his own kind.
Solace, a permanent place between her bosom. As often as he could, he’d press his head in the holler of her chest and it was as if he were spelunking deep in the limestone caves of Virginia. Darkness, slight dampness on his face, and a mystical, musky smell. If only he could stay there, eyes pressed into flesh and wait for the extinction of his race.
Reblogged this on Yard Sale of Thoughts and commented:
This flash was written in 2021, but came to mind today on my rainy drive home, and so I thought I would repost it for all to enjoy. Happy Wednesday!
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Poor guy! Crazy original and sensual write! 👏👏
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Thank you, Tricia. A consultation or a curse? Fun thinking on.
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👍💓
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Wow, very sensual!
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Thank you, John. 💜 the image was just right for this one.
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“Venus!” -Lady Gaga
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Oh,man, I remember that feeling!
Serious question. Two years on, do you notice a difference in your writing? I think I do. The language here sounds very much what you’d use in a haibun, rather than a flash. It is very poetic, moreso than a flash would be.
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This is amazing! You’ve given us a glimpse into what it would be like to be the last of one’s kind… It’s sensual, mysterious, and revealing!
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Thank you. A soft-core sci-fi. 🤣 It’s that fabulous last man standing scenario, but super fun to write.
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I like it! You’re always thinking outside of the box.
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