My submission for this week’s Friday Fictioneers is a continuation of the alien stories: the future and the bet! I’m hopeful that the story is taking a meaningful direction now. Please be honest and come up with constructive comments! The photo prompt is at the bottom. Now, I’m off to lab to run some experiments 🙂 Happy reading! (Word count: 113)
The old chap wasn’t born the way he had turned out to be. He was once a curious little kid like everyone else on the Earth was.
It wasn’t his fault that his blood was green. He didn’t choose his own existence!
“You’re the special one, Baku!” – His mom had told him as they boarded the train.
“I don’t want to be special! I want blood like yours.”
His mom hugged him as his reply. They were fleeing from yet another city. It’d become a routine now. But he couldn’t flee from his fate. His destiny was handed to him.
He’d learned that what they said was true. You’re what your blood is!