Ficlets

Kate wore a form-fitting snowsuit. She was thin and had the bright red hair that was common for the inhabitants of this planet. “Yes, I am,” she said. “Why do you want to know?” Mark stepped forward. “Allow me to introduce myself. Mark Samovar with the Party Vocation Committee. This is my friend Lars Borland.” Lars smiled at her and nodded his head. She smiled back. Mark continued, “He is interested in the position at the Atmospheric Generator outside of Kolba Yar.” “I’m impressed. Not many people are. It gets lonely out there,” Kate said. “I like being alone.” Lars said. “Why?” she whispered under her breath, and then more loudly said, “Well, you two came not a moment too soon. We badly need someone over there. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to set out immediately.”