#57 of the 100 Story Challenge
Mffizik burbled and waved an arm. “I’ve got something!”
The supervisor rolled over to Mffizik’s side and contemplated the display. The translator had finally made sense of the text. They thought it bizarre that this alien species kept their words locked inside little metal boxes. At least, thanks to the discs in the tiny spacecraft found a decade ago, Mffizik’s people had a head start in learning some of the languages.
“As much as I don’t want to be here, I belong in this moment. My whole life prepared me for it. I’ve accepted that I live at the end of the story. I hope it’s just the final chapters of the first book in a trilogy or something longer, but it’s not looking good.
Today I woke up to the sound of hammering and drilling next door. It’s not unusual anymore. I live in an old apartment building that constantly needs repairs. It’s like our planet and our society. Everything is falling apart, and the news glosses over it with sports, fashion, and silence.
My first thought was, “What’s the point? Why do I care about making a positive difference?” Then I remembered when I introduced my nephew to his first Thanksgiving dinner. As he wasn’t raised in the USA, Thanksgiving was just a scene from shows. I went to the trouble of cooking everything from scratch…
