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This is Drabbletober, the podcast of tiny fiction.
Hello, and welcome to Drabbletober. This is episode 9, for Wednesday the 9th of October 2024, and I'm Elizabeth Guilt.
Your one-hundred word story for the day is:
Set Fair
Ella turned her back.
"I'm not a child any more. I'm not stupid!"
Steve laid gentle hands on her six-year-old shoulders. "I know, love."
He stared at the horizon. In the milky light from the silica skymesh, the
podhouses soon shimmered into misty distance.
"It's true, though."
"It's not true! How would it get to the hydroponics?"
Ella kicked the polymer ducting, hard enough that the vibrations risked tripping alarms at the recyc. plant.
"Don't do that, Ella."
He didn't blame her. Even he struggled to believe that, when he was her age, water had sometimes fallen from the sky.
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Take care, everyone, and I'll see you tomorrow for episode 10.
By Elizabeth GuiltThis is Drabbletober, the podcast of tiny fiction.
Hello, and welcome to Drabbletober. This is episode 9, for Wednesday the 9th of October 2024, and I'm Elizabeth Guilt.
Your one-hundred word story for the day is:
Set Fair
Ella turned her back.
"I'm not a child any more. I'm not stupid!"
Steve laid gentle hands on her six-year-old shoulders. "I know, love."
He stared at the horizon. In the milky light from the silica skymesh, the
podhouses soon shimmered into misty distance.
"It's true, though."
"It's not true! How would it get to the hydroponics?"
Ella kicked the polymer ducting, hard enough that the vibrations risked tripping alarms at the recyc. plant.
"Don't do that, Ella."
He didn't blame her. Even he struggled to believe that, when he was her age, water had sometimes fallen from the sky.
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Take care, everyone, and I'll see you tomorrow for episode 10.