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SCIENCE FICTION SHORT STORY
Rejecting the Hole Thingy
Rick stood from his beach chair and waved at the Gray family standing on the walkway overlooking the enclosure, then took a gulp of his margarita. A slight breeze ruffled his Hawaiian shirt. Guess it was his own damn fault he was listening to Jimmy Buffet when he was taken.
The two smaller Grays — kids, maybe? — pointed at Rick, their large black football shaped eyes blinking from… what… curiosity? Their parents’ eyes were wide, unblinking. A different kind of curiosity?
“Mr. Frye?”
Startled, Rick dropped his drink onto the dirt of the fake tropical forest. “Jesus!” He spun around and saw two armed men, rifles raised in a defensive stance, wearing dark uniforms. Behind them a dark hole shimmered. “What’s the god-damn meaning of this?!”
“I’m Sergeant Biggs,” said the owner of the voice. “He’s Specialist Small — “
“Biggs and Small?”
“Please, no joking around,” Biggs said. He was the smaller of the two. “We’re here to rescue you.”
“Rescue me?”
“You’re a captive in an alien zoo.”
Rick snorted, pointed at the void behind them. “Wait a minute, are you telling me that the U.S. Military — you guys gotta be Space Force, right? —…
