“This is ridiculous,” he says, squeaking a crayon peevishly across his faceplate.
“We’re not risking interstellar crisis for your ego,” I tell him, scrawling some final curls on my own helmet. “The Naur won’t speak to someone without a face. Self-expression is very important.”
“You’re sure the radiation-”
“It’s bad. Reflective visors only out there. Your eyes would boil.”
“Fine, done. Let’s get this over with.” We stand. We look like armoured clowns.
The Naur are also big on practical jokes. I nod to the others. Behind his back, we wipe our helmets clean and follow him onto the stage.
Author bio: Phil Dyer does medical research in Liverpool and writes spec fic on the side. His stories have appeared in Unfit Magazine, 101 Words and The Drabble. He retweets animal videos @ez_ozel.
Impressions is part of 101 Fiction issue 23.
From: 101 Fiction