Drabble: First Contact – by Mike Mankoff

by specklit

A blinding flash, a surge of heat, and then an explosion. At first I thought it was a plane, but it didn’t look like one. It looked like….something else.

A small figure, apparently unconcerned by the heat, walked out of the smoke. I saw green skin and wide eyes. First contact.

“Get the kids out of here,” I told Mary.

I clenched my fists, ready for an attack. I saw Independence Day. I knew.

It raised its arm. I made myself stand still.

“Hi,” it said in perfect English. “What’s your name?”

The world went black as I fainted.

Author’s Note: What if aliens were friendly?


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