A 650-word piece of flash fiction. Just because 🙂
There was a gentle knock at the door. Confused, I paused the TV, wrapped my dressing gown to conceal my Batman pyjamas, and trudged to the door.
There was no one there.
*cough*
I looked down.
“Hi, didn’t want to startle you,” said a suggestively purple snail on my doorstep.
“You’re a snail,” I said, never one to miss an opportunity to state the obvious.
“Not really, but the confusion is understandable. Mind if I come in?”
I shrugged an agreement, and the not-snail insinuated itself through the open door and into my house. There was something very unusual about the way it moved. Not at all snail-like.
“How did you knock on the door?” I asked, dealing with the weightiest questions first.
“I’m slightly psychic,” it replied, an air of pride unmistakeable.
“You’re a slightly psychic snail?…” I closed the door behind it. Did it control me to do that?…
“Not a snail.”
“Right. Cup of tea?” Social conventions offer a lifeline out of any situation.
“Err, no thanks. Tea is poisonous to my race. The effects can be …unpredictable. Violently so. Tea is banned under our version of the Geneva Convention. The Tannin Wars were a dark time in our history.” It looked up, saw my reaction. “You weren’t to know.”
“Sorry…. Coffee then?”
“Yeah, that’d be great. I take it black.” With that, it glided (glid?) into the living room, while I went on autopilot into the kitchen to dig out the coffee from the back of the cupboard.
I took a minute to compose myself, while the chrome kettle did its thing. Keep it together, Al. There’s a snail-thing in your living room, that’s popped in for coffee. Totally normal. Just a normal day.
I returned a minute later with two coffees, and some rich tea biscuits. “It’s the best I had,” I explained, by way of apology.
The not-snail did not look pleased, but made no comment. Is anyone ever happy getting offered rich tea biscuits?
“You’re probably wondering why I’m here,” said the snail, psychically moving the coffee from cup to mouth. I tried not to stare.
“Well, yeah…”
“I come from an alien world. You would identify it in the constellation Sirius. Our homeworld is quite unpronounceable in your language.” That pride again.
It continued: “I am here to make first contact. To form an impression of humanity, and build towards a pan-galactic alliance between our peoples.”
I kicked myself at the rich tea offer.
“We are a far more technologically advanced civilisation than yours. We have evolved beyond war, disease, poverty, intergalactic travel, and the distortion of time felt in dentist’s waiting rooms… in fact, we have conquered not only death, but the suggestion of it. Poof, gone.”
It bristled in its shell, waiting for all of this to sink in.
I sensed it was waiting for a reply. “Err… well done?” I glanced at the paused TV. Homes Under the Hammer would be on soon. Wonder how much longer this will take?
It sensed my impatience; slurped down the rest of its coffee. It looked at the biscuits and shook its small head. “Right, well I’d better be off then. I’ve only travelled 137 light years across space, left a glorious home and family that I’ll never see again, only devoted my entire existence and every waking thought to this moment, but I wouldn’t want to keep you.”
I showed it to the door, waved it goodbye, instinctively. It did not speak another word, or look back at me as it glided out of my front gate.
I closed the door and leant against it; exhaled loudly. I re-attached the “no cold callers” sign that had slipped down behind the landline phone. Then, “a-ha!” and rushed back to the kitchen, rummaging around, deep in the bottom cupboard. The emergency Hobnobs!
I shuffled back to the living room, and unpaused the TV.
This day’s taken a turn for the better.
Photo by Johan Desaeyere on Unsplash
Love it. Emergency chocolate Hobnobs, I should hope.
🙂
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I did consider that, but decided against… On the basis that I’d have eaten them already, thus defeating the emergency element. (Little insight into my creative process/gluttony there!)
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You know what, as soon as I had posted that comment I had exactly the same thought. Plain Hobnobs are for emergency use. Choccy ones are the standard expected go-to snackfest. 🙂
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Exactly… And even weird space snail things would understand that!
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Phew. Glad he glid off. You know, before ‘Homes Under the Hammer’ gave you any idea about hammers. Instead of homes.
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Or hammers being used on tiny snail homes… Maybe this is one intergalactic war we’d stand a chance of winning, using basic garden equipment, salt, and a trusty boot… Glid you enjoyed this one 😀
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Whilst I appreciate your hospitality to my friend zcreafij, I do think you could have shelled out a little more on the biscuits!
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Haha! I’m going to keep a cheeky supply of chocolate hobnobs for just such an emergency now. (note to self – do not eat emergency supply when next peckish…)
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LOL Excellent work. Of all places for the alien snail to stop.
Happy to see you writing again. Hope you are well. Thanks for all the support.
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My pleasure. Happy to see you back in the game too 😀
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Al, there is no way you’d be this cavalier with an alien snail! 😀
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Maybe…Maybe not… Maybe I’m really not the guy for first contact!
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Well, you’d be a much better choice than some! By the way, the snail had touch, just a wee touch, of Marvin the depressed robot from Hitchhiker’s Guide in him. ‘Brain the size of a planet and he wants me to open the door for him… ‘ 😀
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(And now she’s thrown in a Douglas Adams compliment too…blushing!) 😀
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Only the truth! 😉
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♥ he’s my biggest influence in terms of my own writing and style of humour…
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I love Douglas Adams, he was an absolute genius. Dry at times and wonderfully, outrageously silly at others! You couldn’t pick any better!
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I too thought of the Hitchhiker’s guide right away when I read it wasn’t a snail… Well done Al! And a pleasure reading you!
🙂
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Thanks Dawn…it’s been a while! How’re you doing? Good, I hope x
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Ah! As good as possible under the circumstances.
It’s hard to see a man slowly destroy his own children and feeling helpless.
Luckily, I think I finally found some allies. 😊
Xx
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Everyone needs allies. Glad you’ve found yours x
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So funny, Al. I love the not-a-snail’s superiority and sarcasm, and your sense of hospitality is delightful if a little perplexed. But what are Hobnobs?
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Haha! Hobnobs are the king of biscuits over here, especially the chocolate covered variety. This Wikipedia article was interesting… A popular biscuit for dunking in your tea (do you do that over there?!)… https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hobnob_biscuit
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Yes, we dunk! But not with the same tradition. I love dunking ginger cookies. Yum. 🙂
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Tea drinking is very much an English tradition… Ironically, one I don’t really partake of. The number of weird looks I get when I tell people I don’t drink tea or coffee!
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Makes me wonder how you take your tea… Pour me a cup of coffee, lay out the biscuits and tell me all about it… clever you
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Tea? Milky, two sugars for my once a year, at a social occasion so I must-cup. Coffee? Can’t even stand the smell!
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Great story. I wouldn’t mind a visit from the not-snail to break up a totally ordinary day! 🙂
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I suppose it depends what’s on TV/what book you’re reading at the time!
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Just wanted to say… I love Hobnobs. 🙂
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I knew there was something special about you! 😀
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Haha! 😃
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that was excellent Al. Good you don’t waste your time on poetry…
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I’m only in it for the cash
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I knew it!
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It’s a well trodden path…write a few poems on your blog, graduate to occasional amusing flash fiction on a sporadic basis, then watch the cash roll in. I’ve even had the letterbox widened in preparation. So, any day now…
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It’s as inevitable as hair loss and drool…
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To our inevitable success, then!
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I absoluteeely love this! Made me smile, and laugh… a lot! Fantastic. 🙂
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Thank you! Just a silly flight of fancy that came to me a few days back… 😀
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Oh, I LOVED this! I would offer the snail some Newman’s Own (Paul Newman) coffee. He’d be a good representative of the human race, wouldn’t he? If he preferred, I have Krispy Kreme (a US doughnut shop) coffee, a little lighter but excellently smooth with cream and sugar substitute (my favorite is Stevia.) If I hear a knock on the door in this evening’s rainy (light rain) weather, I’ll hope to open it to find a relative of your visitor!
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Oh, you’d be a MUCH better candidate for first contact than me!
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Funny one, you are.
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Haha, it’s been said before! 😀
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Al, I love your story and had a fit of giggles.
Now, isn’t that an everyday thing to have snail shaped visitors from a highly developed planet visiting? 😊 . Can’t say I see many of them either but I would have offered a chocolate biscuit at least. He had come a long way…..
I guess though that it must have been disconcerting so you are forgiven.😉 .
Miriam
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Thank you, Miriam 😀
Maybe these snails are everywhere, but we haven’t noticed them because no-one really looks closely at a snail? Either way, I’m stocking up on chocolate biscuits. You know, just in case 😀
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Haha brilliant from start to finish.
Something very british about the ending.
And talk about a biscuit faux-pas…holy shit lol
Top read, great humour.
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Cheers Lion. I think I may just stick with posting this type of quirky short story for a while, so am glad you liked it! 🙂
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Haha! Really liked this one 🙂
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Thank you! How are you? Well, I hope? It’s been a while!
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I’m ok, been very busy and off WordPress, so, yes, it’s been a good while! I’m trying to catch up with people – glad to see you still have your sense of humour 😉
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They’ll never take that away from me! Good to see you back on here, however briefly x
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“They”? 😂
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(remember, Al, the other people can’t hear the voices…) 😀
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