The Invitation

Innocent. We all believed it was innocent. At least, we wanted to believe. No matter how many times Hollywood tried to warn us, real aliens weren’t monsters. They weren’t rampaging, pillaging conquerers. They were good and kind and…

We wanted to believe in ET.

The invitation came a week after their arrival. “Come for dinner,” it read. That should have been our first clue. Aliens arrive in every major city across the world, never show their faces, barely communicate with anyone.

We were eager. Hungry with curiosity. Insatiable with questions.

They were hungry, too.

But, they didn’t plan well. From what we can tell, they thought the cities we’re the extent of our population. Either that or they became full.

The rest of us wait, now. For our chance. We can’t get to them while they’re hold up in their ships, but we’ll be ready for when they come out.

They have to come out eventually. We know they’ll want dessert.

Published by Russell J. Fellows

#Writer of multiple genres, with a strong leaning toward #MGlit/#YA #Fantasy. Always pointing toward #hope.

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