This is an unedited flash fiction piece inspired by the Merriam-Webster Word of the Day to get the creative juices flowing. Hope this possibly provides you with some inspiration as well!
A stage light clicks on center stage as the red velvet curtains split to reveal the first species up for auction on the evening. Standing tall with a black, rigid epidermis, they will make a great guard for any planet’s higher power.
“Bidding will start at fifty kleros. Do we have fifty kleros?”
A gentleman raises his sign with a scaly hand. His eyes are slender and lack eyelids.
“Fifty kleros. Do we have a hundred kleros? A hundred kleros going once…”
A slender, purple hand raises their digital bidding card. The slender lady sits with seaweed green hair flowing down her back.
“We have a hundred kleros. One-hundred fifty kleros! Do we have one-hundred fifty kleros?”
“Five hundred kleros!” A rigid, black hand raises their bidding sign in the far back.
“Fiver hundred kleros. Do we have six hundred kleros? Going once… Going twice… Sold!”
Several faces of varying colors and textures turn to see who this unfamiliar voice among the elite planetary executives is that has put forth more money than any bidder could. The gentleman rises from his levitating chair, immediately towering over the entire crowd. As he strolls to the stage, all eyes of varying shapes and depths are on him.
“Let’s go brother.” He whispers to the similar looking creature that was up for sale.
Realizing the situation, the stage manager quickly closes the curtains and turns down the lights.
“How did you afford such an amount? We can’t allow you to leave here with him. Risking even one of the executives finding out about such a happening would be disastorous to the entire program.”
“My brother and I are leaving here together whether you like it or not. He does not belong in this galaxy. I will not allow him to be a slave to these animals who think they are above us foreigners.”
The shuffling of feet can be heard on the other side of the curtain. Planetary executives are getting restless in waiting to find out the next species up for bid. Every Saturday evening five different species are sent off to work for the executives. Never are they from the Galaxy Altar. Most frequently, the sales come from Galaxy Ecla or Faxlat.
“We are leaving right now.”
The stagehand puts a plasma pistol to one of the bidder’s two heads. His aqua blue eyes do not flicker a bit. Having a weapon pointed at his face is nothing new.
“Alkam, you don’t have to do this. It’s not worth it.” The brother up for sale finally breaks his silence.
Before the brother can finish his thought, Alkam splatters the stagehand’s minute green head against the wall. The curtains open back up to a sea of wide eyes. As the two brothers take a humble bow, the theatre full of the most powerful people in Galaxy Altar explode in applause. Alkam and his brother’s razor sharp teeth shine in the spotlight with an aurora of joy. Glowing blood adorns the wooden floor.
Tonight was another successful show.
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