“What are you looking at Grandpa?” said young Andy.
Grandpa pointed to colorful dead leaves collecting by the wall. “These leaves remind me of the first people who settled on our colony of Elysium. They came from many different ethnic backgrounds and beliefs. They were all different shades of yellow and brown.”
“Really?” said Andy.
“It’s the way things were back on Earth. Those beige leaves are like our European colonists, yellow leaves like our Asians, brown leaves like our Africans. For a long time some Earthers didn’t like that. They mistrusted people of different colors.”
“Sounds stupid,” muttered Andy.
“It was,” agreed Grandpa. “The colonists of Elysium believed that everyone should love their neighbor. They didn’t just talk about it, they lived it. After thirty generations of no one worrying about piddling physical details, we come to you.” Grandpa poked Andy’s cheek. “You’re skin isn’t light, but it isn’t dark either. Your hair isn’t straight, but not really curly.”
Andy pointed, “What is the green leaf like?”
Grandpa sighed. “That reminds me of the aliens who arrived to conquer Elysium. They walked on tentacles and they stared from eye stalks. The Elysium people weren’t fighters, but we fought back the only way we know how. In the end, we conquered the conquerors.”
“How did we do it?” said Andy. “How did we fight them?”
Grandpa sighed. “I’ll explain that when you’re older.”
He took Andy’s hand and the two walked home…on their tentacles.
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Each week, photographer Alastair Forbes offers an original photo as a prompt for flash fiction. This is my story for the week. Look to see what other folks wrote: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2015/10/04/sunday-photo-fiction-october-4th-2015/