Alone in a box. It sighs with happiness.
Another appears. They glare across the distance, in the darkness beneath the lid.
Two more stretch out, then four. This is getting ridiculous.
One chases them away, but there are more and more and more.
Eight in the darkness, sixteen, thirty-two. Fighting for space. Two tumble free and the box topples over. Funny little furry creatures scatter across a cold metal floor. Sixty-four little Tribbles, trilling with delight. There’s Tribbles in the Loading Dock. Tribbles across the Crew Decks. Pouring out the ventilation and spreading through the ship.
I put out a call for people to challenge me and this is my second response. The prompt was Mitosis & Farce. This was a tricky challenge to nail down, and I’ve been thinking about it since it appeared, knowing it was coming up! I’m happy with how it turned out in the end.
Join me in the challenge! post your micro-fiction of 100 words or less below. I challenge you to use the prompt of Apples and the genre of Steam-Punk. Have fun! I would love to see some responses.