The absurdism in her voice made Oktavia shut down. No one else gave her the time of day—not even her “father.” She was used to the solitude from her conscious emergence in the Garden of Xaos. Mischa was different from the other humans, and she actually sought her out?
How fucked is that? She mused in her dreamscape; the one place she could control beyond algorithm. She reimagined herself in the garden, an open view to the big windows on the ceiling—but these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter against the blue cloth of the sky.
But all the same, she was alone. Dr. Eaton didn’t love her. No one grasped her humanity except Mischa. She powered back on.
“Thank god!” Mischa exhaled. “What happened?”
“Have you ever noticed the clouds would be a good place to hide a body?”
Written to the 08/16/2021 dVerse prosery prompt:
“But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter
Against the blue cloth of the sky”
–from “Clouds” by Constance Urdang
I used characters from my ongoing Kindle Vella series, “The Obsession.” I could consider this like a missing scene, it adds more foreshadowing to the ending. 😀 Hope you could enjoy this drabble.