One of my favorite weekly photo fiction prompts is Sunday Photo Fiction.
I always enjoy the artwork from Al and his Mixed Bag.
That first day, the Orb floated down to us, gently, cautiously.
It was nearly transparent, but not quite, as though it were using some sort of camouflage to allow for the proper background, but blurred, like it couldn’t get it quite right.
It didn’t matter. What mattered was inside. The beings were similar to us. They stood nearly two meters tall, varied colors of flesh, though most in that first Orb were light colored.
“We come from the next planet,” the shortest one said. “The planet farther from the galaxy’s star.”
There was no need for translation. They spoke our language adequately. They admitted to studying us for some time. They had also let us know they were coming — in peace they told us. We had readied in case they lied, but that was three cycles ago. They hadn’t lied.
I was there the day the Orb landed. That image is frozen in my mind.
I’d dreamt of traveling to other worlds since I was a boy. Now here I was, on board one of their Orbs, heading to their planet.
I couldn’t wait. The name of their world played over and over on the tip of my tongue: “Earth.”