She felt weightless as her body floated into the funnel of bright light. The barren, dry land below glared up at her. They’d always said that no other planet could support life because there was no water, and even with that knowledge they polluted and wasted what was here.
Catherine lifted her arms propelling herself towards the craft. The sooner she left this hell the better. There was no hope for Earth. It was filled with greedy, selfish humans.
When she complained again to her colleague Anna about the unjust expectations of the corporate monster they work for, Anna revealed herself as an alien and presented an opportunity for Cathy to come and live on her planet when they fetched her the following week. She leapt at what she saw as the best thing to happen in her life.
“Goodbye suckers. Carry on killing yourselves and everything in sight. Good riddance.”
In a flash they were landing. Catherine walked down the steps on a bumpy sand surface, dust catching in her nose. She was handed a mask and an apron by another human.
“Your assignment is kitchen duty, dishes.”
“I beg your pardon?” Cathy wrinkled her brows at the stranger.
“Oh honey, your new life is slavery. Be good and you might work your way up to supervising the workers, but it doesn’t get any better than this for us here. Sorry if you were expecting more. I bet Earth is looking good right about now. You’re going to spend a lot of hours wondering how you could have made things better instead of running away. Too late now.”
by Debbie Gravett © 2020.03.08
FFFC: Flash Fiction Challenge #55
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