A Volatile Encounter – Sunday Photo Fiction

Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. A story, about an encounter with far-reaching implications, begins after the photo.

Genre: Science Fiction/Humor

Photo by: Alistair Forbes

A Volatile Encounter

“Are they still back there?” he asked as he drove down the road.

The alien in the truck beside him turned and looked back. The alien atmospheric attack craft behind them was in full stealth mode, and Terrance couldn’t see it if he tried. But the alien with him could see more into the infrared and ultraviolet. She looked back with turquoise-colored eyes and sighed impatiently. “Still there.”

Terrance tried to focus on navigating the winding road through the vineyards in his pickup. The alien craft behind them was armed with two 127 Megajoule plasma cannons that could turn his truck into slag in an instant. If they somehow survived that, each of the craft’s four crewmen were armed with assault guns that could blast through a giant redwood with a single shot. Beads of sweat slipped down his neck.

“I don’t understand why you’re so nervous,” said the alien.

It wasn’t the escort vessel behind them that concerned him. He looked over at her. She was breathtakingly beautiful. It was about the only clue that she wasn’t human. She could’ve passed as Indian or perhaps Thai, but she was born on a planet 127 light years from Earth. He’d met her after being recruited on Earth by the alien Karyllian Consortium 5 years before. Their whirlwind romance had taken both by surprise. She had his heart the first time she looked at him, and his very soul the moment of their first kiss. Now, after fighting beside her against hostile aliens and surviving many close brushes with death, he faced his greatest challenge.

“They can’t be all that bad,” said Biracca.

“You don’t know my parents.”

“Is my dress too short? It’s a Human design.”

“No, it’s just fine.”

“My accent. It’ll put them off.”

“No! They might actually like it,” he assured her.

“Okay. Seriously. It’s because I’m an alien, isn’t it?”

“No, no. I think they’ll be okay once they understand that aliens actually exist.” He slowed and pulled into the drive of the family winery.

“Then what are you worried about?”

Terrance winced and shrugged uncomfortably. “I don’t know how to tell them my fiance doesn’t like wine!”
Each Sunday, Alastair Forbes offers up an original photo as a writing prompt for flash fiction. Find out more here: http://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2014/04/13/sunday-photo-fiction-april-13th-2014/


About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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14 Responses to A Volatile Encounter – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. Haaha! Great story. I was confused at first, I thought they were being chased by the alien vessel to do them harm and the story slipped into him worried about meeting his family. I read it again and realized that the vessel following them was an escort vessel. Whew! I hope his family won’t be too disappointed in her not liking wine. πŸ™‚


    • EagleAye says:

      There was a bit of deliberate subterfuge on my part. I “wanted” it to seem like the vessel was chasing them. Just a little misdirection for fun. I wanted it to seem like the danger was an attack by an alien ship that had him sweating, but no, it was introducing her to the parents. Having to explain that his fiance doesn’t like win is the true “volatile encounter.” You got it right in the end. It could be a difficult day for Terrance. Glad you got a laugh, and thanks so much for reading!


  2. Lyn says:

    What a lovely way to start my day. I just love the last line; it put a huge smile on my face πŸ˜€


  3. Al says:

    HAHA That is fantastic πŸ˜€ You never fail to deliver Eric πŸ™‚


  4. J. Raven says:

    Ha ha! Solid story as always!


  5. Indira says:

    Oh nooo, Lol. Fantastic story.


  6. Shey says:

    How does he placate the family about this “simple” detail.


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