The Saturday Centus challenges us to write a piece within 100 words, based on a prompt. I encourage you to jump aboard. Just click on the graphic above. It's great practice, and I've met wonderful peers this way. Plus, Jenny's our favorite teacher. She's been on a roll with zany prompts, however. I thus take no responsibility for the following piece, even though I wrote it. It's the sequel to my last sci-fi centus right here. The prompt is bolded. Enjoy; don't take it siriusly. Thanks. xo
"That's a gastrointestinal cellestrial charge," Spock. "Presumably, she - pause, elbow nudge - reimbursed you later. Yes?"
"No opportunity. I beamed out."
Natashialovarita approaches the bar, tentatively. "Spock, will you permit discourse?"
They depart to the Sirius Chamber.
"A-About the oth-other night," she stutters, while abruptly releasing the "Seduction" lever. Her Lieutenant-Colonel-Nurse Practitioner-Phlebotomist-Maid-Assistant Janitor uniform falls off, revealing a Galactica-string and cosmological cellulitic asteroids.
"I'd catch a grenade for ya!..." She performs, in Cyrusly inappropriate fashion.
"...Do a poltergeist dance around the Big Dipper!"
Our camera zooms in on Spock, whose jaw drops.