“I think his communication skills were poor,” said Pol’Hy’Stin. His antennae flit back and forth, tasting the air.
“It must be,” agreed Gol’Na’Shul. “We’ve had no trouble at all.”
Pol’Hy’Stin returned from taking yet another picture with fellow tourists. His long ears flicked often. “Humans are so friendly.”
“Where did Pis’D’Oph land again?”
“I think it was Trenton, New Jersey.”
Gol’Na’Shul stopped to chat with a movie producer. Shortly, he returned and said, “Humans are so funny.”
“Agreed, but why?”
“That guy asked who made my costume.”
“What costume?” snorted Pol’Hy’Stin. “It’s so strange here; you just gotta love Hollywood.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2020/08/12/14-august-2020/
Since this week’s photo is a retread, so is the story.
Trenton, New Jersey is the legendary location of a fictional alien landing, “War of the Worlds” as broadcast by Orson Welles. It caused panic in the area: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_War_of_the_Worlds_%28radio_drama%29