Tis the Season

Photo courtesy of Pixabay.com
Photo courtesy of Pixabay.com

“Oh jeez, will you look at that?” asked Glorp, rolling his eyes. He nodded towards the lighted Trilliac trees in the park.

“What?” asked Qnzrtk, gazing about.

“The… the trees, they’re all decorated for Zarnoc!” sputtered Glorp. “It’s not even Hortrod yet.”

Qnzrtk shook her head. “Oh yeah.”

“It starts earlier and earlier every year. It’s disgusting. Zarnoc has become so commercialized. It’s all about the stores and money.”

“It really is a shame,” agreed Qnzrtk. Glorp wasn’t sure if she really agreed or was just pacifying him as she often did when he went on one of his rants.

“Anyway, we should get back,” Glorp said hastily.

“What’s the rush?” queried Qnzrtk, peering at her husband from the corner of her eye.

“I have to get up early tomorrow. We’re clearing some outer rim planet called “Earth” to construct a new Blarg-Mart and uh… I’d like to get in some holiday shopping before the stores close.”

“Of course dear,” replied Qnzrtk. A hint of a smile spread across her face.

Word Count: 171

[This is my entry this week into the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers challenge. A photo prompt is given and writers are encouraged to create a short story of 100 – 150 words, + or – 25 words.

I dedicate this story to E.A. Wicklund from Momus News. He has entertained me on more than one occasion with clever and amusing stories of aliens and reminds me that there is humor in all places.]

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