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"Jonathan, you can't talk about UFOs if you want to get into Mensa." Abigail ignored his tight knuckles gripping the steering wheel. "You're a smart guy, but they won't get it.""You bet they won't get it," he snorted. "Smartest people in the world and they're UFO deniers." He swerved into the library parking lot. "We're finally here."
"Look," Abigail said, "I'll take you to a nice restaurant for our next date."
As the humans walked inside, Bleargh looked up from the monitor to Zooptif. "A brain buffet!" it said, "What a romantic date!"
The saucer landed on the roof.
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