Nothing except real aliens would put Sam off his morning bowl of Solar Crunch. So when they came, he dropped his spoon and looked up. Little humanoids bled green, pink and blue sweetness in his milk.
The sky swarmed with iridescent almond-shaped craft. He ran to his porch and screamed, “Take me!” For thirty seconds he watched them ignore him. He sank as the last one left, carrying a hobo unqualified for space.
He sat for an hour in silence, his chin sticky with milk. Finally, deciding it was time for a new faith, he hung a cross round his neck.
Interesting, Phillip. We’ll find out, I imagine, whether Sam is qualified for his new faith. Maybe, he can buy some Communion Crunchies. Jerry
Funny! “Left Behind” by Martians!
LOL! From one alien experience to another!
my exact response after reading this, declared outloud although im by mself:
“WHOA-HO-HO-HO!”
this story says alot in a sneaky last liner! very enjoyable
Funny and interesting story.