The Dealer

Photo by: Al Forbes

Aidan sat on the steps before his flat, scowling, waiting for the aliens to get on with it. Behind him, the white cliffs rose up in the morning sun. He leaned back with his coffee and watched the creatures.

They looked like upright, five-foot tall groundhogs with long ears and moth antennae, crossing the coast road.

Nobody noticed.

Aliens were common in 2073, particularly the mammalian Ghornicans.

Finally, Ghinax and Llarup sauntered up. “Hola, Amigo” said Ghinax.

“I’m British,” corrected Aidan.

“You got the stuff?”

“The what?”

“The goods, man! The product.”

“Huh? It’s just common…”

“Hol’ up, hol’ up, yo!” Ghinax looked side-to-side furtively. “5-0 might be watchin’ ”

“Cops?” sighed Aidan. “Why should they care?”

“Dang!” exclaimed Llarup. “Slick got the fuzz on the payroll. That’s dope!”

“Lemme sample the product,” growled Ghinax.

Aidan opened the brown package and broke off a chunk.

Ghinax took it and just licked it. “Dang! That’s high quality, Dawg.”

Aidan rolled his eyes. “I got it at Walmart.”

Llarup snatched the whole centimeter-sized chunk and chewed. In moments, he slumped across the stairs, drooling.

“Oh snap! He over-dosing!”

Aidan gazed at the brown package in his hand. “I think Hershey’s Chocolate affects you aliens differently.”
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Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/12/03/sunday-photo-fiction-december-3rd-2017/