Oct 4, 2020
1 min read
Rituals
A short story
“Hungry?”
He cocked an eyebrow at me. Stupid Vulcan. He hasn’t got more than that one stupid expression. At least not that I’ve seen in these seven months.
“I found another bug under the mattress.”
He didn’t even glance at me, just sat there, meditating or whatever it is Vulcans do for hour upon hour, day in, day out.
