The colonists of Caramin had suffered a bad year. Half the crops died. Supply ships were late. In the dark streets outside no Christmas lights decorated downtown. No one felt like inflating the hundred-foot Santa Claus.
George and Rohan nursed their ales in the bar. An alien walked in. The species was unfamiliar. It looked humanoid except for moth antennae and huge fangs in its muzzle. It sat apart until George and Rohan joined it.
“What brings you to Caramin?” said George.
“I wanted to see it before it’s destroyed,” shrugged the alien.
“Destroyed?” exclaimed Rohan. “How?”
“At last, the conditions are right for invasion,” beamed the alien.
George stared, confused. “What’s changed?”
“We fear the Demon Malakasian, but this year it has abandoned you.”
Puzzled, Rohan said, “What does ‘Malakasian’ look like?”
“It wears a red coat lined with white hair and black boots. It carries a bag of bodies over its shoulder. The monster is terrifying!”
George finally understood. He smirked at Rohan. “I think it’s time to inflate the Santa.”
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.