Trevor and Tobias were terrified.
For over 300 years they’d been living in plain sight, deep within central America but now, it seemed, they had been summoned home.
“SSSKKRRRIIIEEEEE-TRBB-TRBB-FFFFFF-PLOP,” cried Tobias, excitedly.
“Mm,” Trevor replied. He’d not been a fan of their native tongue for at least 200 years and was prone to letting Tobias know with as few syllables as possible.
The somewhat cramped wicker craft drifted ever upward.
“It’s slower than I remember,” mused Trevor.
“FFRRRR..”
“No,” Trevor interrupted.
“You’re right,” Tobias agreed. “and the last time we ascended, we definitely didn’t bring sandwiches.”
This flash fiction/short story, call it what you will, was written for Friday Fictioneers.
Thanks to Ronda Del Boccio for the photo prompt and to Rochelle as ever for hosting. Click here to read this week’s stories.
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Better with the sandwiches, definitely. Nothing like a picnic in the sky!
Sandwiches are good, though. Unless they have mayo. No mayo. 😉
Dear Peter,
I love listening to your stories. Now I know how Trevor and Tobias’s native tongue sounds. 😉 I suppose those sandwiches weighed them down. Fun stuff.
Shalom,
Rochelle
It’s really a lovely story, and Trevor and Tobias are really interesting. And I wonder, what’s their native tongue?
Will we be seeing this pair again? They sound like quite the characters. Should have packed food though.
That was fun! They must have seen a lot in 200 years 🙂
Even Google Translate struggled with that! Nice one.
Here’s mine!
Always lovely, listening to you read your take.
No knowing how long the trip would take, they really did need those sandwiches.
How many sandwiches did they take? Enough to feed their planet? That would slow them down 🙂