Tomojit Basu: Confused Platypus

One of the winning entries from the Platypus Day flash fiction contest.

The platypus was confused. The systematic persecution of her kind by the Mammalcontents bordered on senseless, she silently grieved while descending to the lakebed. The revolutionary Marsupialoyalists had pledged change since the tarn had shrivelled, depriving the swale of insects. “We promise nourishment but those of unnatural birth or advantaged by origin must be expelled,” the Furrier, Tazda Devil, had proclaimed. Their duckbills armed with Pestectors, an evolutionary boon, had proved calamitous for her ilk who were inhumanely exiled to Auswood. Seconds to surface, she yielded, knowing the Banditcoots were poised to assail. Humans have it better. Surely they do.


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