Requires Replenishment by Marc A. Criley

Hot tires buzzing. Backseat child whimpering. Dead alien in trunk. Shitohshitohshitohshit. # Dropped kid at my sister's, grabbed a shovel. Got the stink-eye. # Hours down dead desert tracks. Kill engine, pop the trunk. Grab shovel, haul the heptapoder. Ten minutes shoveling--a shoulder poke. I turn. "JESUS CHRIST!" and fall on my ass. "It was …

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