“You said water, sir?” The waitress asked with an incredulous look which somewhat betrayed her courteous smile revealing a rather nasty brochity. “I’m sorry, sir. I can’t bring you that.”
The man slowly turned on his heels and left the bar, followed by a weird-looking hairy creature.
“Come, X, let’s get away from this ficulnean place and find a world where they will know how to take care of Denebolan aquabibs like us. How does Earth sound to you?”
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4 comments:
Very good! I haven't even started composing mine yet! I will likely be up all night.
well, you too did an excellent job (sorry i dodn't get to comment over there)
Can they hitch a ride on the Star Ship Enterprise? I hope they have Mastercard or Visa...well maybe not...cash is always best :) Well written my friend :) And I have to thank you again for letting me borrow Maggie...I don't think I"m yet done with her and McDoogle :)
ha, thank you. i look forward to what you may come up with the old gals next ;)
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