Faulty Memory

The two government men asked Morris to tell his story again. 

I was trying to start my lawnmower when they suddenly appeared.”

Who appeared?

The space men. Both had big black eyes and funny shaped heads with no mouths! They wanted me go with them.

No mouths? How did they ask you anything?”

A blank face. “I don’t remember…”

Why don’t you go home and get some rest? You don’t look so good.

Morris walked out of the FBI building. He was confused. Uneasy.

“Do you think the human will talk with anyone else?” the alien asked when he left.

 

 


Author: Dave Stancliff

Retired newspaper editor/publisher, veteran, freelance writer, blogger. Married 44 years. Independent thinker. A sense of humor. Defender of truth. Give my poems, essays and short stories a try. I look forward to meeting you.

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