#MicroPrompt: Spiral
When The Enemy Comes
The wine fell from the neck of the bottle in Sun Liang’s hand and into the glass with a languid splash.
Connor watched the swirling red liquid spiral round for an age before settling to a level. “I’ve lived most of my life on Xīwàng Zhī Xīng,” Connor said, “I’m used to everything weighing four times as much, falling four times faster.”