The lanky creatures hovered around her in the circle. She was the shortest, the heaviest, and often hungriest do to a deformity at conception, most often trading time for extra food. On this ship, she was the unloved, the first blamed, and the last acknowledged.
“She bumped the dial with her clumsy floating about the ship,” said one of them.
“I didn’t,” she replied.
It didn’t matter. Every crime needed a perpetrator. With nobody else to blame, she wore that shameful skin.
The long, gray, slender finger aimed at her in sentencing. “Twenty hours off your life.”
“She bumped the dial with her clumsy floating about the ship,” said one of them.
“I didn’t,” she replied.
It didn’t matter. Every crime needed a perpetrator. With nobody else to blame, she wore that shameful skin.
The long, gray, slender finger aimed at her in sentencing. “Twenty hours off your life.”
