draliman on life

Here is my story for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. This week’s photo was contributed by Etol Bagam. Click on the blue frog for this week’s other stories.

Copyright Etol Bagam

“And here we have what was known as a ‘bar’. Please feel free to look around, and ask me any questions you wish.”

The crowd wandered around the little room, oohing and aahing.

“Excuse me, what was this strange table for?”

“We believe it was an educational tool. These balls probably represented planets, and helped patrons understand gravitational mechanics.”

The crowd oohed and aahed some more.

“What was in these bottles?”

“A good question! These held a flavoured mixture of toxic chemicals. They imbibed this mixture, would you believe?”

The crowd looked shocked.

“And these little plates held the burnt remains of a poisonous weed, smoked by the patrons.”

“My goodness,” said one of the crowd. “It’s no wonder they all died!”

“Indeed. After they blew their world apart, all our survey team found was this one little room, which we carefully transported across the galaxy to this museum. We can only thank Przzglub that these self-destructive hoomans never developed interstellar travel.”

The crowd nodded in agreement as they moved to the next exhibit.