Sargento stood, wiped a dirty arm across his sweating brow. He glanced at the three suns setting on the horizon, silhouetting his small cottage with its wicker chair.
He looked at the hole he had made. Deep enough.
Leaning on a nearby tree, he plucked a single golden fruit from it. Instantly the tree began to shrivel, becoming like so many others around it, its once golden bark turning to a dark brown, its golden leaves withering.
With a sigh, Sargento took a large bite of the fruit. Juice dribbling down his chin, he stripped off shirt and breeches, boots and stockings. Finishing the fruit, he stepped into the hole and felt himself slide down into the dirt. He took a final deep breath and closed his eyes.
The recently withered tree cracked open, and from within stepped a man much like Sargento. He grabbed a shovel, covered the fresh hole and the man inside it. Tenderly, he patted the dirt, grabbed a watering can, and began watering the ground. Picking up the clothes on the ground and donning them, he trudged through the fading light to his small cottage with its wicker chair.
FLASH! It’s Flash Friday, the day when Seeking New Earth authors write short stories up to 1000 words (“flash fiction”) or 110 words (“microfiction”). Both are sure to instigate the imagination and stimulate the synapses. Did you like what you read? Want to explore the story some more? Or maybe you want to try your own hand at some flash fiction? Leave us a comment below!