Nor can I neither conform nor deny the sish is going to bite him. Hard.

Good writing, often, is like good sex. Sometimes you have to let go. Let go. Let it go. Everything, and write.

But, I think, I had to write this post because I see a connection between making love and empathy, and that connection sometimes is not a positive experience. When love and lust combine, magic happens.

And magic, I’ve grown up to learn, has a price. A price sometimes we don’t want to pay. And the price for a young woman can be heartbreaking. Sometimes the girl in her takes on burdens that only the woman can carry.

When that happens, it’s too much. The girl dies, truly. True death. She is gone, never to return.

It is flash fiction. (Don’t try to hide it!)

Before, I tried to think of something to say about it and realized I didn’t know have anything clever to say. And I since I was taught that if you can’t say something smartass, don’t say anything at all…. Sorry about that.

I like the picture you chose to go with it too.

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On her dark and empty flag bridge, Admiral Neiva d’Oaneia of the sish Task Group Aoe was so thoroughly enjoying the current situation she could barely contain herself. So, despite her better judgment, she let her Flag Captain sit in her lap and now the captain was alternately kissing her, sticking a wet tongue in her ear, or caressing her breasts.

Captain Keonea of the heavy cruiser Deadly Azure was certainly attractive enough, if a bit short. She had been fucking her way up the command chain, and now the Admiral understood why it had been working. She was simply hot and it certainly helped she was a hell of a tactician. She was an outstanding kisser, and Neiva loved the way the Keonea licked her fangs

Harassed by galactic scallywags, a human Fleet squadron gives a sish ally a ride to the ass-end of space, only to discover the possible origins of both their species and that the information in the wrong hands could doom them both.

That was a great editorial suggestion!

STUFF BLOWING UP IN SPACE, narrated by Robert Stack.

IT COULD HAPPEN.

The opening is good too.

Only nit: “It was easy to tell when a shish was pleased.” This line caused me to trip a bit because it contradicts what was said above (humans and sish mis-read each other) and what is said again below (humans and sish mis-read each other). I think you could skip that line and proceed directly to “She swayed back and forth in a kind of bouncing motion, like the excited bounce human little girls made in their chair when they were getting close to the pony ride.”

I guess I do have some vanity. :-p