Friday, April 14, 2017

Space Monkeys - Flash Fiction Friday



The monkeys running the spaceship were getting cranky. In their defense, they had been at this for hours now; well past their usual end of shift. Allie told herself she'd make it up to them. Soon. The major damage had been repaired, and it was clear now they would successfully make it to the next system. 

She made herself focus on the problem at hand. Her mind kept wandering back - thinking of ways to get revenge on the pirates who had attacked them so far out here between stars. Thankfully none of the monkeys had been hurt, and the ship could be repaired enough to limp to safety. She watched them with pride as they scampered and swung around the engine room. It looked like were a thousand of them when they were all working like this, although in reality there were only thirty. Much smarter than anyone gave them credit for, they seemingly could learn anything. The best part was that Allie had all the help she needed to run the ship, and she didn't have to deal with other actual people. At least, not often. 

The swirl of motion was slowing. Some monkeys came to the ground and moved off in a line toward the kitchen for food. A few more headed straight to the bunks. Allie closed the panel she had finished rewiring. They had done it. They had finished the repairs. Those that passed close enough, Allie reached out to pat. Some reached a friendly hand back to her in reply. Meeko, one of the more cuddly monkeys, climbed Allie's leg and held onto her in a hug as she walked. They had adapted well to living out here, and Allie couldn't imagine a better life.

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