Is it a bird, is it a plane? No, it’s an unidentified flying object. Let’s shoot the crap out of it. On three brothers – one… two… three… Bang, bang, bang. Oh, no men it’s coming our way looking aggravated. Quick, quick reload, heading right towards us. Fire. For the love of God fire. What the hell is that thing? Whose brilliant idea was it to go on a camping trip to New Mexico? Run for your lives! I don’t want to die at Roswell shooting blanks! What would Momma say? “I told you to leave it alone. You’ll go blind.”
The light engulfs us. Gravity shifts. Beamed up just like Scotty.
“Well hello beautiful, if you wanted my pants off all you have to do is ask.”
No, no, don’t stick that rod there! Ooh ahh. Let me be your experiment. Same time again next year? Sure babe.
This week’s photo prompt is provided by Yinglan for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
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