Happy Friday, Readers! Finally, it’s here! (and almost over…) Once again it’s time for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by our lovely leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Today’s photo is provided by Marie Gail Stratford. Enjoy my story!
“Don’t touch that!”
“Ow!” I pulled my hand to my chest. “That hurt, Quin! What gives?” I glared at him while rubbing my stinging hand and turned back to the pile of crystal fragments sitting on top of Quin’s dresser.
Quin stepped protectively in front of the fragments, blocking my view. “They’re pieces of an alien spaceship,” he said, looking me straight in the eye. “From a highly advanced civilization.”
My mouth dropped. He couldn’t be serious. His mouth thinned. “Where’d you find them?”
“In a cornfield.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. This isn’t Area 51. This is Kansas.”