Another week, another Friday, and time for a new prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, as always graciously provided by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The task is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the Froggy. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
I’m not happy with this week’s offering. But I wanted to post something.
As I inspect the state-of-the art flush toilet on my spacecraft I rejoice in its sophistication. Hygiene is so much easier in artificial gravity than it was in the old days when astronauts had to endure fans and complicated contraptions.
Keeping people clean who live in close quarters is not an easy feat but can be done even though humans of past eras suffered from filth, excrement, contaminated water and disease. Millions died.
Knowledge of proper hygiene isn’t new, but was often suppressed and forgotten. Plagues are indifferent to power or wealth. Only science keeps us healthy, moves us forward.
Not happy with it, not at all… but I really like what I’m showing you here, take a look:
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