draliman on life

It’s Monday, and there’s a story which needs finishing. Yes, it’s Mondays Finish the Story! This is a 150 word flash fiction challenge hosted by Barbara Beacham where we get a photo and a starting sentence (which doesn’t count towards the word count).

The supplied sentence is in bold in my story, and don’t forget to click on the blue froggy to read the other stories.

On March 9th, 2015, three objects were reportedly seen in the skies over the Borracho Todos los Tiempos Vineyards.

Major Dickens couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Corporal, any radar contacts?”

“No, Sir!”

Nothing on radar, but visible through his binoculars. Aliens! Aliens were invading Earth, and on his watch! He reached for the radio.

“General, three inbound bogies, alien origin!”

“Major, are you sure? You have been to the therapist regarding your alien fixation, yes?”

“Absolutely sure this time, Sir!” replied Dickens. Around him troops were staring at the sky, shrugging and shaking their heads.

“Right,” said the General. “I’ve contacted the President and mobilised our forces.”

“Yessir!” replied Dickens. He looked again. There they were, hanging above the distant trees.

The corporal, shaking his head, wiped the water from the Major’s binoculars with his sleeve.

“Ah, General…”

“Yessssss?”

“False alarm, sir! Rain on the binoculars, Sir!”

“Right, Captain, I’ll call the President back, shall I?”

“Um, it’s ‘Major’, Sir…”

“This isn’t good enough, Lieutenant,” continued the General. “Don’t let it happen again. Carry on, Sergeant.”