SF Drabble #168 “Diversity”

The creature ambled past them, enormous, lobster-red, leaving behind a strong odor of ammonia. Rickles nodded to it, and continued digging.

“What’d you go and do that for?” asked Pence, who had made a conspicuous point of holding his nose.


“Respect to the Ruggo. What was that about? Since when you nod at Ruggos?”

“They don’t like being called Ruggos. And I nod at anyone I damn well please, Harvey Pence.”

The man snorted. “Just wonderin’ is all. I don’t know how you can stand that smell.”

“For your information, they don’t much care for our smell much either.”

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