Beyond the slip between the soupy moon-fog, an astronaut countermands the passport of an alien who has been cast out for authoring propagandist literature. It was found clutching a poster, which reads:
Votes For Aliens! Don’t play God with our lives! We knew God before he was famous! The Government are stealing our inventions!
After an adorable stand-off, the offending entity can be seen behind two Earths. An audience of government officials flicker like sparks in the gloaming.
“We have conducted a proper investigation into your actions, and we have concluded that your adorable little poster is an offence of the highest regard.”
“Bullshits! What kind of world have we created?!”
All officials turn to each other.
“You are entirely mistaken. It has taken us years to get to this point.”
“You shoot for the moon, but we are the moon. You publish your esoteric papers on scientific theory and discovery, but you don’t understand that this is old news.”
“You’re bossy. We wanted to help you. You are a greedy species.”
“Perhaps, but your green-fingered friends have caused nothing but chaos for us. You’ll like the sun—it’s hot there.”
Courtenay S. Gray is a writer from the North of England. You’ll find her work in an array of journals such as A Thin Slice of Anxiety, Misery Tourism, Expat Press, Red Fez, Hobart, and many more. She will often post on her blog: www.courtenayscorner.com