Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in your five sentences, just use it for direction.This week, the chosen word is "Harvest," and this was a hard one for me. I had to think of things that could be harvested... I hope this little foray into sci-fi meets with some approval. I call this one, "I miss them."
Nobody believed it when they first arrived, the aliens; and at first they were gentle, benevolent, and downright fatherly--giving advice and helping us with our technological issues, that sort of thing.
But that was just a ruse, a distraction, and when the horrible truth of their real agenda came to light we were not prepared: theirs was a dying species and needed our women to continue their race.
They couldn't honestly take "no" for an answer, the stakes were just too great--so they took without warning and certainly without asking...I can't say that I blame them.
Millions of women were swept up in giant collecting-machines, turned into breeding cattle for a sick race from beyond the stars, against which our vaunted military was powerless.
In short order, there were no women left and just as quickly as they came they were gone; and we were left alone, us men, on a devastated world without the fine grace of the female touch.