“I see life forms,” said one of the beings. “We must approach them slowly and carefully so as not to frighten them.” As they moved closer to the life forms, the life forms did not move or run away in panic.
Once in front of the first one, the elder being said, “We come in peace, earthling. We wish to bestow upon you our friendship and our wisdom.”
The earthling did not move. “Do you have your translator set to the right language?” one of the other beings asked the elder.
“Yes,” the elder responded. “According to the navigation program, we are in the land of Iowa and the language is English.”
“Why is this life form unresponsive?” asked another being.
“I don’t know.” He then reached out a long, thin tentacle and poked the life form, which toppled to the ground.
“We must go back to the ship,” said the other being. “We have already terminated life form. “The Dear Leader will not be pleased.”
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Another twofer written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy and for today’s one-word prompt, “bestow.” Photo Credit: Ellespeth