The spaceship landed carrying thousands of aliens escaping interstellar war. The creatures were friendly enough, but Earthers weren’t sure what to do with them. Xenophobia ran rampant in many countries. Meanwhile, the shape-shifting creatures hated the “temporary” holding camps.
Ethan and Cole chased the two alien escapees into a bay full of stumps bound for the shredder.
“Careful!” warned Ethan. “Two a’ these here stumps is aliens. They might shoot ya’ in the back with laser eyes.”
“They got laser eyes?”
“Always do in the movies!”
“Damn immigrants! How do we figure which ones is the aliens?”
Ethan snatched two axes from a rack. “One hit per stump. We’ll find ’em.”
Cole’s eyes bugged. “There’s gotta be three hunnert stumps!”
“Then we best get started.”
After an hour Ethan said. “They must’a slipped into t’other bay. Lets git ’em, son!”
When the humans left, one axe turned and said, “We’re free! It’s a good thing we turned into axes.”
“Yeah,” groaned the other alien/axe. “But I might still die of a splitting headache!”
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/05/01/fffaw-challenge-week-of-may-2-2017/