“The signal has became stronger every day”; drops of sweat trickled from Dr, Adlersflügel’s forehead settling on the revealing printouts, “they are approaching”.
“Benign or Malignant?”, the director barked.
“It’s just been decoded I will let you listen”.
The director paled when he heard the music streaming through the overhead loudspeakers:
“Activate the missiles, attack is our best defense”
“Wouldn’t it be better to try with dialogue?”
“You cannot compromise with a civilization lacking taste in music”
The songs from alien accordions faded as Dr. Adlerflügel turned down the music while he gently let a tongue tickle his middle eyebrow.
I decided to go for humor and dialogue today, definitely not my usual genre, but as you might understand I’m not a fan of accordion music. m A little break from writing poetry, my sonnet crown is now up to 9 installments, but I share the series on other fora.
Friday Fictioneers usually reach around 100 entries per week, under fleet-commander Rochelle-Wisoff fields make sure we boldly go where no one has gone before.
April 22, 2015