Golden 'Anniversary'
Lyn Perry
"Those three words," I say to her as I pour another glass of Rigelian wine.
"Love you, too," she coos. An impish grin flickers across her fluorescent face.
I quickly refill my glass and snuggle back down beside my love as we wrap our seven free limbs around each other in tender embrace. The holofire crackles in front of us. After all these aeons were still caught up in the romance.
"Perfect climax to a perfect century of celebration," I murmur in her ear.
She takes in a deep breath and sighs out a 'yes' that causes my four hearts to beat in syncopation. The Aurilian bouquet we brought back from our afternoon picnic must be releasing its aphrodisiacal magic. I'm in love with the universe.
"I love this planet," I say. "The Milky Way is in a spectacular rotation. We should buy this solar system and live here forever."
"You say that every millennium when we vacation here," my wife teases.
"And you'd think after fifty of them I'd finally convince you," I smile.
This story is a reprint, and first appeared at Write Off earlier this year. Lyn Perry's story "The Eagle, A Fable," appeared in a recent issue of Static Movement, and Lyn is the Founding Editor of Residential Aliens .