Tales From Amuráti Vol. 3 - XXVI (300 Words or Less Short Story)
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An Amuráti is a short story of 300 words or less. It has no title, only numbered, and it is up to the reader to decide a name after reading it. Like a haiku anyone can write an Amurati. I have written and published two volumes containing 50 stories each, so there have been 100 Amuráti published thus far. I’m looking forward to completing Volume #3 this summer.
The following is story is from Amuráti Volume 3 (294 words). Enjoy.
XXVI
The first time the human delegation saw them, several diplomats reconsidered their career paths. One fainted. Another tried to leave.
The Arcons, pleased with the effect, arranged the summit on the planet Katar to finalize control of the Fifth Quadrant. They arrived confident, their spiders clicking ominously across the marble floor. Intimidation, after all, was a language every species understood.
The humans arrived… with a child.
Ambassador Hale’s daughter had insisted on coming. Her mother had recently passed, and the ambassador hadn’t the heart to refuse. Clutched in the girl’s arms was her emotional-support rabbit, Carrot—white, round, and catastrophically fluffy.
Security protocols were very clear: “No loose organisms in the negotiation chamber.” Unfortunately, Carrot could not read.
At the precise moment an Arcon High Negotiator began outlining humanity’s “limited claim to the peripheral asteroid debris,” Carrot wiggled free.
The rabbit hit the floor running—just a blur of fur. The child gasped.
Then silence. The Arcons froze.
Their massive arachnids recoiled first—legs folding inward, bodies lowering, emitting a thin, keening hiss. The Arcons followed, retreating as one, pressing into the farthest corner of the chamber, eyes wide.
“Remove it!” one shrieked.
The humans blinked.
Carrot paused mid-hop, nose twitching. Entirely fur. No visible exoskeleton. No defensive spines. Just… softness.
The Arcons had never encountered an all-fur organism.
To them, it was clearly apex.
Ambassador Hale calmly retrieved Carrot, stroking her ears.
“So,” he said pleasantly, as the Arcons continued trembling behind their spiders, “about the Fifth Quadrant.”
For the first time in recorded interstellar diplomacy, humanity negotiated from a position of overwhelming fluff.
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Amuráti Volumes 1 & 2 are available in the books page as well as on Amazon.
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