The creatures that Brent saw in the alley were undoubtedly alien. He cautiously peered around the cardboard box that was his home. They looked like clothed bunnies with enormous antennas.
One of them stepped forward. “I am Fureet, a scientist on my world. With your help, we’d like to to conduct a sociological experiment.”
Brent was terrified. People asked weird things of the homeless all the time. “I don’t do no anal testing!”
“Nothing like that,” assured Fureet. “We will give you $10 million dollars. To receive it, you must spend one day trying to give that amount of money away. If you do give it away we’ll still give you $100 dollars. Will you help us?”
The next day, Brent sat on an old box in his usual spot in the sidewalk. He held up a new hand-written cardboard sign. Some tossed money in his little can. Most ignored him and passed him by. When the day finished, no one accepted his offer. The aliens gave him the $10 million and he walked away a rich man. He tossed the cardboard sign on the ground. It read as follows:
PLEASE let me
$1 0,000,000 dollars.
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2018/03/25/sunday-photo-fiction-march-25th-2018/
Yeah, I know I could’ve written this without aliens. But aliens and spacceships and robots are what I do, man. It’s the way I roll.