Prompt: Place

In Her Place

I pull my cloak around me tightly. It isn’t actually cold in the spaceport; climate control keeps it right around 20º, right in the comfortable range for the majority of spacefaring sentients. But wherever I go I draw stares, and what I assume are the equivalent of stares from the creatures lacking eyes. It feels cold.

I approach a kiosk and ask the way to the nearest lodging.

"Excuse me." The pink blob continues its conversation with its companion as if I weren’t there. "As I was saying, this is just the problem with young races. Don’t know their place."