It was the best birthday present ever in her short little life, that beautiful blue doll buggy made from tin.
She packed it full of dolls like sleepy-eyed sardines, upside down and backwards, arms and legs and heads in all directions.
When the wheels got rusty and wobbly with a terrible squeal that hurt their ears, her big brother helped transform the treasured carriage into an amazing spaceship painted shiny silver.
For their not-so-voluntary astronaut they chose the least suspicious barn cat, who appeared to have no great plans for his morning.
They climbed up to the crest of the rooftop on the chicken shed and launched him into outer space.
Five Sentence Fiction – Wheels: packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist.
Do you think aliens have ever visited Earth?
Of course they have. I’ve seen the movies. They live among us. But only because their space ships have malfunctioned and can’t be repaired and they’re stuck here indefinitely. Otherwise they’d be long gone. Originally aliens landed here with the intent of taking control and colonizing this planet but now that they’ve seen what a complete bloody mess it’s in that idea has been shelved. There are other worlds where the inhabitants aren’t so dead set on destroying everything around them and making themselves extinct and they’ve chosen to settle in those galaxies of less insanity instead.
Although aliens have cleverly disguised themselves as ordinary human beings (and let’s face it, the choices are infinite because no one is sure what a normal human being actually is), you can recognize one by observing how they shake their heads and roll their eyes and mutter things like ‘what the hell were we thinking’ when no one is paying any attention to them. Plus their skin is a weird blue/green color and they glow in the dark.
I could also tell you all about time travel and parallel dimensions and black holes and alien abduction if you want, but maybe we shouldn’t get ourselves into a state of information overload and blow up our craniums with short circuits and an overdose of b.s. Save those brain cells for thinking up new ways to obliterate the planet. That’ll show those aliens who’s in control.