Thursday, June 1, 2017
060117c
"This cocktail," it said, "isn't for humans. It'll make you feel mighty good. Until it kills you."
I rubbed my chin. "Send one to that table over there, with my compliments."
Labels:
aliens,
bar,
drinks,
murder,
nanofiction,
science fiction,
sf,
space
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