Are you finished packing?
Not yet. There is so much to consider, a lifetime.
You won’t need that much because everything will be provided for you.
It’s just hard to leave everything, so many memories.
I can’t leave without you. You mean so much to me.
I am grateful to you for that. You know I love you too.
We do not have much time left.
I will try to hurry. Explain to me again, why we need to leave.
You know why. I have told you many times.
Yes, but tell me again. It will help me to get ready.
The atmosphere here has passed the tipping point. Soon, it will not support life.
I believe what you have told me but how can I leave the only home I have ever known?
All of your family is gone. You have nothing left here.
Are you sure your culture will accept me?
Our race has existed here for almost 10 millennia. We have been observing and learning about you for all that time. We have to board the transport soon.
I can’t call you Fluffy anymore. I must get used to calling you by your true name, Bastet.
This post is for Week #11-2018 Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner hosted by Roger Shipp.
Word count: 200