Stardate Yesterday

Stamper

first met her for

drinks. She had Martian rum.

It’s scarce now, since the war. Sad. She

liked it.

The yeahwrite poetry slam this month was cinquains. Five lines, syllables 2-4-6-8-2. I decided to write a vignette about Mr. Stamper, the space otter again. if it works, I might attempt a space otter lanterne. Betcha never read a space otter lanterne before.