The Giant’s Bride
I was the first and only settler on Titan, a billion miles from the nearest sister human. I don’t need a man; I don’t even need a mankind.
I forsook them, plighting my troth to one who could never reciprocate my devotion: Titan, that lofty moon who innocently holds 300 times more fossil fuel than the entire Earth. Someday, if greedy corporate eyes gaze this way, I will thwart them.
Even so, as I watch the glassy methane river gurgle slowly past my house, as Saturn rises hugely like an effulgent goddess, I cry for the beauty of it all.
copyright Jean L Hays
The Eye of the Beholder
“Will it hurt?”
He looked down at her bloated, misshapen body, lying naked on the operating table. In his mind, he planned the surgery and his new, glorious creation came into view.
Cut away disgusting fat.
Replace sallow skin with sparkling chrome.
Graft incorruptible titanium onto weak, brittle bone.
Shave hideous, stringy hair.
Swap out dull, corpulent eyes for powerful, far-seeing ones.
He saw her rise out the blasphemy of flesh, with the purr of servomotors and the sensual hiss of intake valves.
She swallowed, then nodded. “But you’ll make me beautiful?”
“More beautiful than you could ever imagine.”
copyright Alastair Forbes
A Face Only a Wife Could Love
“Dang, I’m hideous,” Alex thought as he glanced down at his reflection in a puddle. He avoided reflective surfaces and envied vampires for their inability to see themselves in mirrors.
A woman’s face appeared next to his in the reflection. Now there was real beauty.
“What are you looking at?”
“Narcissist.” She laughed and kissed his cheek.
“Does it bother you that I’m ugly?” he asked.
“I don’t think you’re ugly.”
“Do you think I have a face only a wife could love?”
“You’d better. You don’t get to have a girlfriend now.”
He smiled and took her hand. “Perhaps you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right. Now can we finish crossing the street? We’re holding up traffic.”