A Torturous Misunderstanding
The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event. Kent and Jamie gazed intensely at the Peruvian Stones.
“It tells of the joyful and enlightening meeting between humans and aliens,” said Kent.
“Wow, how do know this language so well?” said Jamie.
Kent spoke solemnly. “Decades of careful analysis.”
Just then, a starship appeared in the air just above the Peruvian Stones. Kent ran beneath it, shouting a welcome to the aliens. A blue beam shot out from the ship and whisked him away.
Aboard the alien ship Flyrgix shook her head. “I’m so disappointed! The brochure said Earthers understand the Gyllanguit language perfectly and could direct us to the nearest spa.” She scowled at a picture of the Peruvian Stone. “But look! They misspelled ‘torture’ here. And who uses this word for ‘agony’ anymore?”
“Patience,” said Hallyxit, as Kent squirmed beneath his claws.
“How’s it going with the emissary who ran out to meet us?”
“I’ve put the microphone where any intelligent creature speaks from, but it mumbles unintelligibly.”
Flyrgix pointed. “There’s a LOT of high-pitched sound coming from this orifice.”
Hallyxit rolled his eye stalks. “That’s obviously the creature’s digestive system.”
Flyrgix crossed four arms. “Well then, the microphone isn’t close enough to it’s vocal chords. Push the microphone further up between it’s legs!”
Each week, photographer Barbara W. Beacham presents one of her photos as a prompt for flash fiction. She also starts us off with the first sentence. This week it was, “The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event.” Look here to see what other folks wrote right here: https://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2015/07/20/mondays-finish-the-story-july-20th-2015/