“Tell me again daddy, about the space pod!” cried young Zudnik.
Glorp smiled. His son had a curious mind. Gazing up at the droplet-shaped vessel mounted on the tall beams, he explained how he had been present years ago when the mysterious object had plummeted from space, crashing only a few Drathons away. Glorp’s team had been called in to extract the pod from the crater and construct the display tower.
“It was still steaming when you got there, wasn’t it, daddy?” asked Zudnik, his three eyes wide with excitement.
“It was,” Glorp replied. “You remember how I told you that the friction from the atmosphere heated the surface?”
“You never told me if anything was found inside,” Zudnik frowned.
“Oh yes, there were three aliens in strange suits hiding inside when we tore open the hatch.” Glorp leaned in close to his son and whispered “And they only had TWO eyes!”
“Really?” gasped Zudnik. “Were they… dangerous?”
“I don’t know really,” answered Glorp with a toothy grin. “But they were delicious!”
Word Count: 172
[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 thought I’d check in on one of my favorite extraterrestrials, Glorp. We first met him in Tis the Season. Seems he was getting some quality father/son bonding time with Zudnik as they visited a national monument. Hope everyone enjoyed this story.]