Ochre (From the Archives)

“Oh will you just do it,” Uler sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

The cadet smirked. They always did when they started. Thought they knew it all.

“I’m fine,” the cadet said, coughing slightly.

She didn’t need this, not today.

“Take the damn pills,” she said, shoving the bottle into the cadet’s hand, “you’re not getting powers today or any other day.”

Not exactly true. But they didn’t need to know that. It was just harder to treat powereds.

And she didn’t need more of those on her rosta. Not today.


This flashfiction was first posted in 2019

Featured Image by Alice Hampson on Unsplash



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