He choked with outrage, and also phlegm. “How… how dare…you poisoned me!”
“Well, yeah,” she said, walking away. “That’s the game, pal.”
“But- but hang on, where’re you going?”
“Making my getaway, where else?”
“I want to know why!”
She turned around and looked at him. “Why what?”
He was astounded. “Why this! You poisoned me! Was it politics? Are you allied with those people over in the Beta System? Are you a former lover? Someone paying you? What?”
She shrugged. “Who says you gotta know?” Then she calmly walked out of the apartment and took the transport to the lower levels.
She raised an eyebrow when she met her contact. “A Gorthian. Huh.”
“Blurp,” the Gorthian blurped.
“Takes all kinds,” she said. “Anyway, I got the thing. You have my credits?”
The Gorthian made a distinctively flatulent noise.
“Fine,” she said. She pulled a slim folder from her jacket and set it down slowly before the Gorthian. It nodded heavily. A tentacle moved, and a card floated in her direction. It smelled of Gorthian.
“Pleasure doing business,” she said, taking the card gingerly and stuffing it in her jacket. Then she ran off into the vastness of the city.
This bit of flash fiction was inspired by a prompt from
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This is a great little piece of flash fiction!