A Horse is a Horse

SCIENCE FICTION FANTASY HORROR ~ FLASH FICTION MICRO FICTION ~		Aug/Sept 2010
		Vol. IX No. 1	ISSN: 1545-3650

AlienSkin Magazine_®
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~ Gulf Coast, Approximately ~ ~ by Mark Evans, Qatar

t washed up with the oil slick ~ all teeth, tentacles, and the limbs of missing sailors.

~ Shadow Cloth ~ ~ by Robert William Shmigelsky, British Columbia, Canada

Long, dark ~ wrought of star, cosmic dust: threaded and woven out of the cosmic machine.



	A Horse is a Horse by Pavelle Wesser ©2010 When Belinda met her blind date, he balked at the sight of her. "You’re a horse?" he gasped. "Yes," Belinda snorted, "but I’m special because I’ve been genetically modified." "I’m sorry, but I just can’t date a horse. Good bye." "You hurt my feelings," Belinda brayed as he walked away. She returned to her carriage, where a young couple awaited her. "Lexington Avenue," they commanded. "Say please," whinnied Belinda. The woman blinked. "Did the horse just talk?" "I’ve been genetically modified," Belinda explained, "my capabilities extend well beyond that of the average horse." The man shrugged. "If the effect you have on humans is anything like genetically modified food, you’re bad news." "Let’s go," the woman nudged him and they exited the carriage. The next couple came along, and Belinda said nothing. She merely snorted and clopped along beside midtown traffic, trailing her carriage in the wake of her dejection. ~ Pavelle Wesser, California ©2010 Pavelle is a previous contributor of Alienskin. Her writing has appeared in e-zines such as SNM Horror and EverydayWeirdness. Her interests are many and varied when she has time for them. Right now she focuses on reading, writing and spending time with her family. She lives in New England.