Whitney looked like Dorothy in the Land of Oz. She wore a floral-patterned dress and ribbons in her hair. She stared up at alien mushroom-shaped buildings with glee and awe. The classic tourist, every block she’d coo, “Gollee! My first time in a alien city!”
“Hey, miss,” said Floot. “Like jewelry? Seventy-percent off!” He backed into the shadows.
“Sure!” Whitney followed, pulling her large bag behind her.
In the alley, Floot aimed a blaster. “I’ll be taking that bag, miss.” His spiny crest rose over a toothy muzzle.
“Whut?” gasped Whitney. “You’re robbing me?”
Floot snorted. “Humans is so naive, ain’t they Murc?”
The heavily-built alien beside Floot chuckled, “Yeah, Boss.”
Whitney’s augmented muscles drove her leg up in a blink. She kicked the blaster out of Floot’s paw. The gun flew into Murc’s forehead. He was still collapsing when Whitney’s uppercut snapped Floot’s neck.
She relieved the aliens of their weapons and galactic credits. She tossed them into her bag with thirty other “donated” weapons. “Aliens is so naive,” she sighed.
Written for the weekly Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFAW) writing challenge. Look here for the original prompt and a blue link where you’ll find many other stories by other authors: