Flash Fiction: Alien Problem

The city stood still. A glitch in time. Cars froze on the road. Pedestrians, statues in mid-walking poses. The sound of water from the fountain echoed throughout the concrete jungle. Lights danced on the liquid mirror and reflected against the gigantic flower centrepiece. Its petals opened in slow motion. Two aliens looked around in awe.

“Nice landing.”

The second alien puked in response. Chunks splashed.

“Come, before the freeze wears off.”

The green alien washed his mouth and followed his mate. They teleported and stood in front of one of the statues.

“What are they doing?”

“It’s a primitive action called walking. Now collect the earthlings DNA and we’re out of here.”

“Are you sure this one is male?”

“One way to find out.”

PHOTO PROMPT © David Stewart Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here.