“If aliens ever visit us, I think the outcome would be much as when Christopher Columbus first landed in America, which didn’t turn out very well for the Native Americans.” ~ Stephen Hawking (2010)
The Wednesday Word Prompt over at GC and my site Weekly Prompts is Haywire.
Some eighteen months ago, on a whim, I began to write a little piece of fiction that was inspired by an amusing remark from GC.
It was never my intention for my little bit of nonsense to sit amongst my computer files for a year and a half, but occasionally things go haywire, such as never completing the final part! Today I have addressed that slip, part three is finished and here is part one.
Christmas Day, and George’s favourite Christmas present was his new camera, but waiting for the battery light to turn from red to green required patience; normally this was something George had little of. For now, though, there were other gifts that would occupy George’s imaginative mind.
At last, with a resounding YES from the boy, the camera’s eagerly awaited green light appeared. Pulling on his thick warm coat and new woolly hat, George left the apartment and raced down the block to show his friend Sally the new camera.
He knew Sally would be impressed, he and she liked the same things; she was his best friend, his partner in crime and she enjoyed hanging out just as much as he did.
As expected, Sally admired the new camera with much interest, and the two of them spent a pleasant half hour or so taking pictures of each other, George swinging from the branch of a tree, Sally balancing on a low wall and both perched on the steps of the apartment building taking selfies.
After a little while, George spotted a woman wearing a bright green hat and pulling along a small dog on a leash. Grabbing hold of Sally’s hand, he almost dragged her to the ground as he ordered her to run.
The pair darted toward the back of the building. George peered around the corner, and when the woman paused at the grass verge with her odd-looking dog, George’s camera zoomed in and snapped a picture.
“Who is she?” asked Sally.
“The new neighbour from 402,” George replied.
Sally looked surprised, “why are we hiding, what have you done wrong?”
George glared at her indignantly, “I haven’t done anything wrong; did you notice the dog?”
“Yes,” nodded Sally, “It’s got weird staring eyes!”
A serious expression clouded George’s face, “That’s because it’s an alien!”
To be continued…
© SueW-nansfarm.net 2019 Word Prompt Haywire from Weekly Prompts
Editorial Note: to my daughter Sophie for her doggy clipart.