When the aliens first took our eyes, we said, “Well, there goes sunsets,” as we settled into the black.
When the aliens took our noses we said, “Well, so much for roses,” and prided ourselves on the rhyme.
But when the aliens took our tongues… well, then we started listening.
Crystel lives in Hawaii with her husband and daughter.
Gina’s tea tumbled onto the floor. “Oh no!” she cried, reaching for the paper towel.
“Wait!” said Patrick. “The last time you dropped your tea, the spill looked like a heart, and you met your boyfriend later that day. This time, it’s…”
“Just a puddle.”
And then the basement flooded.
This story is based on a title suggested by @KingKool.