Absinthe for Aliens
by KJ Hannah Greenberg
Emma and Miel
clicked glasses. Relative to surviving their Navy SEAL training, gathering
diamonds from Ananke’s sentient lobsters was easy. To become Budweisers, they had
had to: engage in emergency conditioning, make a trigger, build their
situational awareness, and rely on their extreme physical fitness. For the latter,
only guile and avarice had been required.
alcohol promotes easily exploited conviviality. Whereas the extraterrestrials were
twice man-sized, thus were able to render limbs and noggins from torsos with
small effort, their society contained mostly artless critters. All that the gals
had had to do to glean profits was to proffer small amounts of absinthe, and
then to demand increasingly larger numbers of gems for each subsequent mouthful
(the Sunset Rum, which they also had onboard, had been less popular with the
overeager customer had accidentally ripped Miel’s suit. Since her hypoxic
hypoxia was already causing cyanosis and drowsiness, she invited Emma to finish
the absinthe with her; there was no point in culling more takings. Emma
remembered her trigger before passing out.
denizens slurped up the viscera of two thujone-infused humans. Only one
Greenberg captures the world in words and images. Her latest photography
portfolio is 20/20: KJ Hannah Greenberg Eye on Israel. Her
most recent poetry collection is Mothers Ought to Utter Only Niceties (Unbound CONTENT,
Her most recent fiction collection is the omnibus, Concatenation (Bards
& Sages Publishing, 2018).