"It's been a wonderful time here exploring this strange but beautiful land," said Sporka, sipping the last vestiges of a cup of tea as he sat in the courtyard cafe.
"I've loved it too," replied Manus. "But our mission is now over, and soon the Attack will begin."
"Is there no way to stop it, Manus? I don't want an Attack!"
"I’ve tried to find a way, Sporka, but it is as if decreed. The Attack will happen!"
"And as always," muttered Sporka, "there will be untold pain and suffering.”
Manus paid the café bill and Sporka and Manus beamed up to their hotel room, Sporka beaming right into the bathroom.
"OOOHHH!” he moaned. “Always whenever I travel to Earth!"
“The Attack has begun," sighed Manus.
This one is so cheap and exploitative even I feel like hiding in the bathroom. Nevertheless this is my crude and tasteless response to this week's lovely picture prompt above from ace Friday Fictioneer Sandra Crook.
You won't be moaning and groaning like Sporka if you check out the work of the other Fictioneers by clicking here; in fact, you'll be oohing and aahing!
And now, if you'll pardon me, I'm off to signal my masters on Pluto to begin the Attack.