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![]() Alien The alien at the bar didn't have much to say for himself. He just sat there, staring into space and feeling the coolness of his glass with his forelegs. His antenna waved slowly as though hesitant to test the air. I sat down beside him and ordered a beer. Turning to him, I attempted to open conversation. "You feeling alright, Bud?" He turned his bulging eyes slowly on me. "Just praying," he said. Word count: 75 For Get the Picture? 10.17.24 Prompt: Photo of praying mantis at a bar. |