SF Drabble #188 “Survival”


“I am not thirsty.”

We’d been walking from the crash site for hours, and the mountains didn’t seem any closer.

“I don’t care, drink anyway. We’re keeping a schedule.”

She shook her head. “You forget always; I am Chanvite. We evolved on a world dryer than this. I have waters in bladders under my skin to last me three eights of days.”

I sighed. “I didn’t forget. I just feel guilty drinking when you don’t.”

“Remind me when we resting: show you where bladders are.”


“You can cut and drink from them if need arise.”

“That’s just disgusting.”

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