the only drone floats
along the debris of aircraft
memories held safe
She felt odd she had argued with Zen. If his loud grunt could be considered that, she smiled. He was a creature of less words and more drama. And just like that , today morning he said it was the day to orbit the aircraft. No amount of ass-licking [ he loved this word and used it often on her ] would make him abort his trip, he had declared.
And now , barely 3 hours later , she knew something was not right with him. She hated to send him alone out there in space but then, drones are meant to be alone. She squinted at the screen to see any sign of his return but knew he would not return unless his mission for the day was fulfilled. Stupid programming, she cursed aloud and went to drink the night away.
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Inspired by the theme at 3ww and :
Quite a create write.
Nice sci fi! I wonder what’s wrong with him?
Interesting…
You know you write well when you have us caring so much for a drone!
Quite an original take on the prompt! And with your prose, it becomes a haibun!
It is so good to read a story where the reader has to use their imagination to interpret the words and picture the scene…especially when you want it to go on.
Lovely Haiku to accompany the fictional write!! I was on the edge wanting to know the end!! Nicely written!!