Micro/ Flash Fiction Theme: You were supposed to pick up some milk on your way home. How on earth will you explain the baby hippo?
Hari heard Kalan guiding the cart of milk drums through the airlock.
She turned to address him and caught the nervous man trying to hide something.
“Kalan…”
“You know the section 45 is empty.”
“Kalan—”
“Figured this little guy could be the star attraction.”
“Kalan.”
“This is the last time— glad you agreed— okay, bye!”
“Kalan!”
It was already too late. The softhearted idiot sped down the corridor faster than any man should with several tons of liquid feed.
Hari massaged her temples as she tried to figure out how to add a baby hippo to Xeno’s Alien Zoo.