At the planets’ meeting, the mood is grim.
“I’m losing my rings,” says Saturn. “Soon I’ll be bald like Jupiter.”
“You think you have it bad?” Earth laughs. “I’m infested with humans! They poison my climate and seas.”
Someone bangs on the window.
“Let me in,” Pluto yells from outside.
C.M.F. Wright writes sentences that occasionally turn into stories. Her short stories have appeared in Daily Science Fiction, 50-Word Stories, and Syntax & Salt Magazine.