Think Before You Clean
Dust motes swirled in the moonlight.
"Will you marry me," shouted one.
"Darling, I love you," answered her boyfriend, "but you're clay – I'm nylon – it wouldn't be fair on our children."
They floated through a window.
"We should overcome prejudice. Our love can conquer all."
He wafted close to her. "I wish I were like you. You can't understand what it's like to be artificial."
"I'll put up with anything to be with you, my love."
As they drifted closer to each other, with longing in their molecules, the nozzle of a vacuum cleaner went ooosh and they disappeared forever.
Published in Flashshot January 21, 2012