My spaceship crashed, and as I struggled to somehow extricate myself from the debris, I thought about the importance of my mission- It was not every day that a new inhabited planet was discovered, and a senior diplomat like me sent there to make contact with the aliens.
The twisted metal and broken wires were impeding any movement, and I had nothing but my own strength and ingenuity to depend upon. Remembering my objective, I used all my resourcefulness and finally managed to free myself. I could now proceed on my mission to conquer this backward planet called Earth.
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This story has been written for Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch Literary Community Flash Fiction Challenge. Details here: https://carrotranch.com/2017/11/30/november-30-flash-fiction-challenge/
November 30, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes self-care. Does the character need it? What does the character do? Think about how you can use this action to deepen a character or move a story. Go where the prompt leads.
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With all the UFO sightings, I often wonder if we’re a way station, like a remote town in a desert that is in just the right place when a traveler’s gas tank is hovering on empty.
Wow, that’s vivid imagery 🙂
I hope they find us.
Who is to say they haven’t already? 🙂
Great story-telling Anuragbakhshi! I like how the one extracting himself from the wreckage is the conquerer. At first I was concerned for him, but that shifted with your twist.
Thank you so much Charli Mills.
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