I said I wasn’t going to do this, but I have anyway. Here's another Flash Fiction on this weeks prompt for Friday Fictioneers – totally cause I need to use this character in a novel…
TWO GUN GIRLIE GETS HER GOAT
Peachy Keen Technologies catapults me everywhere to pick up packages. Tonight, I’m in one of the planet’s last graveyards.
The package turns out to be a ’Goat’, an illegally engineered clone. King Enterprises would love to get their hands on it. Worse, we’ve heard the locals are preparing to eat it.
“Hey, Girlie!” It calls.
“Talking goat, Girlie?” One of King’s men points a Chambers Pistol at me. Without thinking, I draw my spitfire, zap him where he stands, grab the Goat’s collar and flip back to the lab.
“Thanks,” sighs the Goat. “It’s a real zoo out there.”