No one will believe me.
Spandaclocklarkmushk says it’s important, though, so I make an effort.
“Mom, I know this alien who knows these other aliens. He says the other aliens are about to attack Earth. Should we call the CIA?”
Mom’s gaze never leaves her phone.
Dad laughs, calling me “fanciful.”
The school councilor suggests I see a therapist, maybe one with a prescription pad.
“I warned you that this would happen, Span.”
His bubble head puffs up to twice its usual size—a sure sign that he’s upset. “The idiocy of Earthlings will result in their deaths!”
“See, this is why I told you: to get people’s attention, contact the President, not a fifteen year-old girl! Who’s the idiot now?”
“I’ve read your Earth literature. A teenage girl always saves the world.”
“Well, not this time.” I hoist Span’s gelatinous body up into his pod. “Head for D.C.”
Spandaclocklarkmushk glares at me. “Thanks for nothin’ kid.”
“Good luck convincing the President with that attitude.”
He zooms away without another word, but the next day, he texts me:
Found helpful girl in Vermont. Way nicer than you.
I’m too busy gawking at the Mothership looming over town to text him back.
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Story in Which I do Not Save the World from an Alien Invasion & other Flash Fiction
Short StoryFlash Fiction, challenges, fun short things, including this: This is my entry to @ScienceFiction's Challenge 8: The Duoabble. The goal of this challenge is to write a story about a teenager and an alien life form in EXACTLY 200 words. The scoop: Gir...
