What horror can be wrought from a bunch of batteries? Please read on…in my entry for Friday Fictioneers.
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Almost alone on a semi-deserted junk world, Kaylee badly missed her beloved Benji-dog.
But she’d finally found a new friend within the scrap heap.
The dusty robot gratefully consumed all the batteries she’d scrounged. He sucked thoughtfully on each one, his red headlamp eyes growing brighter, and his spiny fingers twitched and rusty claws flexed.
“KB is ready,” KB finally announced in a scratchy, staccato voice.
“So we can play?” she said.
“Yes, Kaylee.” said KB. “What shall we play?”
Razor sharp teeth chomped the last cell.
“I have a great game,” she grinned, “Huntin’ the varmints who murdered Benji!”
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