Radiation reached his skin through UV-resistant clothes.
“Four-hundred-thirteen billion credits for today’s contestant! If he survives…”
A hidden crowd cheered.
He retrieved his only permitted secret ingredient with a blistered hand.
“What’s today’s contestant chosen for us?”
Blinding light. The crowd gasped.
The glare receded and he staggered forward, balancing a platter, alien delicacies piled high.
“I… think he’s done it!”
“Come. Into the shade. There. Tell us, what’s your secret?”
“I saved… a Moru life… once,” he wheezed, stumbled, “they owed me- Ma! I can finally fix the air-con now!”
The crowd laughed, his grin lopsided.
© 2021 Rebecca Glaessner
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