Dean and Felix trained binoculars over the rusty fence.
Felix said, “You sure your girlfriend’s cheating?”
“Not sure,” whimpered Dean. “It’s just she meets this guy often.”
A man and a woman walked into the overgrown back yard. They took off their clothes.
“Dude, I’m so sorry.”
They took off their human skins.
“What’re they saying?” said Dean
Felix listened with his long-range microphone. “He’s her supervisor. She was studying you, but she’s fallen for you.”
Dean sagged against the fence.
Felix said supportively, “Dude! Your girlfriend’s an alien. Anyone would be traumatized.”
Dean sighed, “I’m just glad she’s not cheating!”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Photo prompt by David Stewart. Look here to see what other folks wrote: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/09/16/18-september-2015/