Well, all right. I suppose Rochelle’s prompt for this week is really showing us New Year’s Eve fireworks. But what if something totally different was happening??
Here’s my 100 Friday words, anyhow, plus a thirty-three word bonus; some situations just refuse to make sense with only a hundred words. Let me know what you think of it!
I’m a practical man. I don’t bother with those stories, Elvis Kidnaps Bigfoot’s Alien Baby. I was just heading home.
Then there’s fireworks popping up all along the highway. Only not fireworks. No boom, and they just hung up there glowing, not going out like fireworks do. One of them drifted right up to my car and started talking.
We’re busy here, I told him. It. Whatever. Can’t just gawk at you folks, however far off you came from. He took it okay. Drifted back to the others. They put their heads, so to speak, together.
Tell you what, he said. Suppose you people come visit us? He doesn’t have what you’d call a face, but I swear he was grinning.
It’s kind of interesting here on their planet. Different. Met Bigfoot yesterday.