Oh.. er.. my name's Elon
Long way from home
"Hi, my name's Ray."
"Oh, er, hi, I'm Elon."
"What, the El..."
"Yes,"
“You’re a long way from home.”
"Yes,"
"What brings you to a micro pub in West Wickham?"
"We'll, I have heard that English beer can sometimes be palatable if..."
"If...?"
"If you don't mind your beer warm and flat."
“You should perhaps not believe everything you read on Twitter/X. And they also sell the cold fizzy kind if that’s what you prefer.”
“Ah…”
“And either way… the alcohol will help prepare for the shock of being beamed up to a spacecraft.”
“Now… there’s a thought… I wonder…”
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Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Comments (6)
Nice one, Raymond! If only they all could beamed away. We need Cpt Kirk and Scottie to beam them up.
Hahhaahahahahahhahaha this made me laugh. Loved it!
Haha, I love this! Such a clever, tongue-in-cheek dialogue.
Love the dry British humor here! The casual way Ray drops that spacecraft line at the end is perfect.
Hahaha, that was funny, Raymond. Get him drunk and take him to wherever UFOs crash in Britain. Maybe he’ll repair one and go home.
OMG! Hilarious; I loathe that man. Hope he stays where ever he was zapped away to!