This morning's prompt is 'cough drop'.
A face, a place and something good, something bad and something ugly.
The coughing fit passed and the man realized a little girl across the aisle was offering him a cough drop.
"Thanks."
The little girl, mute, just shrugged. He took the cough drop and unwrapped it. The wrapper had some sort of fortune cookie affirmation, 'You will make a new friend.' He looked back to the girl.
"Will you be my-"
The girl was asleep and he felt disoriented. The room spun around while he clung to the armrests of his seat and then things went dark.
I just read Karel Capek’s cat drabble…
This is one of the things which makes us human, the capacity to imaging another very different point of view. When I dream of aliens, I don't imagine them as people so much as I imagine them as points of view trying to understand us, like the cat. Does that make any sense?
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