A Tale From Meluga
A Short Short Story
When I found an alien on my front porch I asked it if it spoke English?
“I speak Meluga,” it said in a high squeaky voice. Its body resembled a sack of potatoes and its fingers were long and stringy.
“That sounds an awful lot like English,” I said.
The little dude shrugged and said, “Yeah it kinda sounds like we are speaking the same language.”
I nodded and took a sip of my coffee. “Well, you know how this is going to turn out right?”
“Yes,” the Melugan speaking creature said. “Either you will catch one of my otherworldy diseases and you will die, or I will catch one of your diseases and I will die.”
I sat down on the front steps to the porch and the little dude sat down next to me.
We began to mope.
“Man,” I said. “I was really hoping for some type of summer adventure where I could hide you away and we could both fight off corrupt government agents.”
“Well I’ll promise you right now,” it said. “If we are somehow both resistant to each other's germs, we’ll do all of that. Plus, I’ll fly you to the moon.”