PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy
Belos smiled. It had started with tinker-toys. His workshop held a machine that would take humankind to Mars. For a small man, his conception manifested into large moving parts and metal-tubed hexagons, then plugged its drive into the bright rectangle modeled on black hole energy.
Belos whistled as he walked to his front door. Kinzie greeted him with a martini, wearing a smile and a negligee. He’d tinkered with her mind until she was his ideal: luscious, obedient, and eager to please. Pharma lent polish to her perfection.
Kinzie served Belos lobster in a lace apron. Dessert was divorce papers.
Disclaimer: this story is 100% fiction and is not meant to suggest it is about any real person or persons or actual device that can plug into black hole energy to power vehicles.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the tale-weaving host of Friday Fictioneers.