Somewhat Useful
Savoring Earth
by Amy L. Hull amilynh at comcast dot net
Farscape drabble
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After their first visit to real earth Aeryn occasionally finds cubes nestled in brown, crinkly paper.
There is only ever one: on the console of her prowler, on her bed, on her punching bag.
One tastes like piss, another like the rarest sweet yazzaberries, another like the salt tang of sex.
The "mint" Chak-lat most intrigues her; it is smooth and biting, cool and oppressive, with a lingering scent and flavor that taunts her, makes her unsure whether she wants more.
The seventh cube, at her repair station, is darker than the others, melts on her tongue, tastes like Crichton.