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Congratulations, Jot - a good story and well-deserved win.
Good work, Jot--both the story and in keeping this site and competition going so well for so many ! You should be very, very proud of both.
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Congratulations, Jot! I just got around to reading your story (computer problems) and it's great!
@2024 by Jot Russell
This is a work of fiction and does not reflect my views.
A "man" walked by with a face more like that of a cat - whiskers, hair, pointed ears, stubby nose and a mouth full of sharp teeth. Best to stay clear of those false breeds. I questioned what would happened if two gene-altered cats gave birth and the kid decided to become a dog. "Ha ha."
I heard, "you laughing at me, sheep?" from behind and realized the cat had turned to challenge me.
I immediately stopped. The compliance-oriented breed of the natural born had become the target of the altered. And although I was "el natural," compliance was not in my blood.
I turned and looked into his green vertically-slanted eyes. "What did you call me?!" I took a step, and another til my war-blazing expression cast down 20cm above his.
His hair raised on the top of his head, making me think this might not end well. Though, as his pupils dilated, I saw the fear within. He took a step back a raised paws in conceit. "Nothing, I just thought you were laughing at me."
"And if I was?"
"Hey man, I'm just walking here." He said and turned to walk away.
I smiled and resumed my stroll down the City of Species.
Ahead there were blue-haired girls, men with more makeup than a model, three-meter giants, and one man with the wings of an angel. "What happened to the days when we could be happy as God's design?"
"God? You still believe in that?"
"I don't believe in that..." as I motioned toward the sea of unhumans, "I believe in Him."
The inquisitive one was a slightly older but attractive and seemingly natural-born woman, despite her facial tats and hair the color of fire.
"Fair enough, but can I ask your reason?"
"Well, that begs a real conversation. Coffee?"
"Sure," she said.
Mine was simple and black. I think she asked for something called a chai latte frappucino.
She offered me a taste and I immediately accepted the gesture of her saying she's not afraid of my germs. And although chai was not my flavor, I offered her a compliment, because I knew she was.
"So what about God?" She asked.
"Is belief not unlike that of sexual preferences?" I used the statement to open the door to gently draw a finger across her open palm. Her smile shown a blush through the colors of our tattoo.
"You believe that, to be born a believer or not?"
"We are, but we don't know it until life has pushed us to believe or not."
"But you still believe while living in a world of atheists?"
"I was raised to find truth and not follow every word of my father..."
**
I woke with her naked form resting over my chest. I retraced the flower drawn on her cheek with my right hand, down the thorny stem across her bosom and belly until I found the source of its root.
She drew a deep breath, opened her eyes and kissed me. I slowly rolled her back and again found the true meaning of life within her arms and body.
**
We walked to the park to see angels dancing in the sky and other species enjoying the warm September day.
"Now that's an alternation I wouldn't mind."
She followed my gesture toward one who flapped aggressively until she landed hard in the field ahead.
"You want to be a woman?" She laughed, knowing my interest were in her wings.
"Women do fill the world with the energy of love, but I am just a man and a happy consumer of that love." I leaned over and kissed her.
She smiled but gave a puzzled look. "Without even a single tat and you would consider a drastic alteration such as wings?"
"Not really, but I do envy their flight."
An explosion several blocks away rocked the city, and she jerked around to look.
“Oh my God!”
“God? I didn’t think you were a believer.”
“You know it’s just an expression.”
“Sounds like it was by the alternation clinic.” I said, knowing where I had placed the device.
“I hope everyone is okay.”
“I wouldn’t count on it.”