Our coruscating beacon flashes like a yellow star among the dark, silent trees. The mystified humans in orbit will speed down to investigate their ancestral signal. We know more about them than they could imagine, having monitored their transmissions and archives.
What we can’t (yet) know is how they taste.
Paul Latham is a writer from Tennessee with a fondness for short fiction & poetry.
Yummy writing! 😋
Thanks!
Hilarious.
Thank you for reading!
Haha — probably pretty bad!
Probably so!
Love it! Reminds me of a Twilight Zone episode, To Serve Man. 😉
You know, you’re right! I didn’t have that in mind when I wrote it but that’s absolutely right.
Oh, what a delicious little tale. ;)
Glad you liked it
Great punchline – made me laugh. Love it.
Always good to hear that I made someone laugh.