This weeks fff. It's actually a perfecta, coming in (unintentionally) at one thousand words. In all the near fiction fff I've got stored in my trunk, it's the first time I've actually 'set foot' on the moon.
Please enjoy.
SERENITY VALLEY
There were fifty of the Serens, standing there in the field,
golden grains and green grass swaying around their lithe bodies. Men and women from Serenity City, the
first and last line of defense: bare-chested and dressed only in brightly colored
loincloths and handmade headdresses with swords, spears and shields held in
various states of readiness.
If you knew their tribe, and my time there had made me
loosely familiar with them, then you understood that the paints and patterns
which illustrated their bodies told stories of allegiances, families, hopes and
fears. Their paints indexed them within the technosocial milieu that was their
city.
But the paint was not only decorative: it was also ablative,
designed to turn, for a precious few seconds, the lasers of their sworn enemies,
John Laws in service of the Grand Jurist.
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