Nagrath surfaced for the first time in a billion years. The last occasion he’d felt this peckish there’d been an abundance of brontosauruses, but now it was all concrete and ants.
‘This’ll never fill me up,’ he sighed, but having polished off the marine life he’d have to make the best of it.
Written for: Twittering Tales
George emerged from his cell with a skip in his step.
All the S’s.
So much better than ‘Compound Eye Wednesday‘ – No alliteration there.
Sure, he’d have to listen to Gary banging on about how he used to be a hedge-fund manager, but the work was easy and he could let his mind wander, such as it was.
The apocalypse had been a positive boon to the intellectually challenged – an affirming experience – the great leveller.
And as for those with a proclivity for submissive activities…well!
George scrubbed away with a big fat smile on his silly ole face.
Gary mumbled something impenetrable about investing in derivatives…
Written for: Friday Fictioneers