Tiny Life

by Rod Drake

I don’t know what I am or where I am, just something lying here on this glass slide. The protoplasm next to me says that I’m bacteria; well, that’s a start I guess. What kind of bacteria, I wonder? Apparently I’m asexual, as I tried to make a move on that cute germ next to me, and she divided into two germs, both of them telling me to shove off, pervert. I get the feeling that some giant eye is looking at me and probably judging me. Other floaters around me are starting to divide, so this might become one wild party, alright!

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Rod Drake keeps writing until he gets it right.