New story on Medium about OUTER SPACE!! (andfeelingsoflonelinessanddissolution)
“You stink,” he said, and started to walk away.
I stopped him with a hand on his chest, I think. It was somewhere in what I’d call the upper torso region. “Woah,” I said, “I do not stink. If I smell like anything, it’s your ship.”
“You smell like the Earth,” he said. “You haven’t been through the Cleansing.”
“The Cleansing,” I echoed. “Is that like a bath or something?”
He scratched something on the top of his head. “You’re really the one your planet sent to travel with us?”