‘Hello. Zack speaking.’
‘Hi, honey. It’s me. I’m going to be late.’
‘Well, I had such a long list of pickups. I travelled miles. The professor’s so particular about what he wants, but I did my best, and I’ve collected some great specimens. I’m sure he’ll be satisfied.’
‘So what’s the hold-up? You haven’t lost a specimen again, have you?’
‘Oh no – all sedated and secure. The problem is, these streets all look the same at night; I can’t remember where I parked, and now the portal’s closed and I’ve missed the last transporter beam out of here.’
This is for Friday Fictioneers, a weekly flash fiction event hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, where writers contribute 100 word stories in response to a photo prompt. You can find all the stories here.