SPECIAL FEATURE:

"Alien Brothel"
by Bonnie Freeman

This Special Feature story was a product of the first
Flash Fiction Boot Camp. It was one of several stories selected
for publication at the end of the session.

Potyslam contemplated the sign for a moment before going in. But how different could it be? Aliens had needs, same as himself.

He grinned as a curvacious figure undulated from shadows.

"Pick," she husked, holding out a basket with three balls--red, blue, and some shimmery non-color.

He picked the red. He wanted a hot one.

He was led into a small chamber with gelatinous walls, left alone.

"Hey!" he shouted. "Where is she! I picked the red one!"

A voice came from somewhere. "Partner comes later. You picked gender."

"Gender?" Potyslam shivered. Slowly his breasts began to swell.

BIO: Bonnie is a former store owner and programmer who enjoys writing about strange worlds of the distant future. She lives by the edge of the woods in New Jersey, her garden patrolled by praying mantises and dragonflies.