They Came  From the Trees

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They Came From the Trees!

When the alien invasion happened,  it took a long time. Really long. Thousands of years long. By the time human beings noticed something strange, it took several more years for scientists to figure out that the sentient clouds weren’t just pollen or some new bio weapon. They were aliens, and they came in peace.

That’s okay though. In humanity’s defense, it took the aliens thousands of years to figure that trees weren’t actually sentient. They should have been talking to those hairless mammals the whole time.

Everyone makes mistakes.

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When I first saw this image on my phone screen, I thought it was some kind of weird alien tree. By the time I figured out it was an amusement park ride, it was too late. This story idea was born. Everyone makes mistakes, including me, I guess. Not sure if anyone else will find this story as funny as it is in my head. You never know with these things.

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H – Home

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I finally attached my mouse to my laptop. (It was hiding under my bed, as they often do.) Now, finally, I am  able to post the letter for the A-Z Challenge, which is as crazy, manic and yet (oddly) fun as I hoped it would be.

Without further ado, I present for your reading pleasure:

Home

After all these years, at last Hiroxxar was back. The place looked much as he remembered, although the sunlight shone more dimly, the tropical winds blew more gently. Like him, the place was older now. Also like him, it was in some deep sense very much the same, unchanged and comfortingly exactly as he remembered.

His mother stood waiting by the door in her favorite yellow  polka dot dress.  Obviously she had seen him coming.

“How was your trip dear? Did you learn anything?”

It had been so long by the reckoning of those he had been visiting. A day to them was literally like a thousand years, as he had read once in their sacred poetry, their hymns to their gods. If only they knew. It felt like so much time had passed, even though it had been a mere day or two.

“Humans are interesting,” he said. “You should visit them sometime, really.” Lazily, Hiroxxar gusted in through the asteroid-lined walls of his true home, glad to be back at last, in a world where sentient clouds of radiation were not only possible but a reality, where he did not feel as if he were, perhaps, spying on other people.

“I was never one for primitives,” she said. “That’s why I had a child, to keep me company. Rest well, my sweeting. Rest well. I am going to visit your cousins but I will likely be back before you wake.”

Yes, it was truly good to be home. In the morning, there would be still more worlds to explore.