“It is a great disguise. No one will ever suspect.” Flargon said.
“I agree. It is well hidden from the human eyes.” His mate, Susan, said. “Shall we now go to the ‘visitor center’?”
“It is acceptable.”
Just as they turned to walk away from their nights work of camoflaging the space craft, Carl, the town deviant, rode up on his dirt bike and looked at the two new comers.
“Sup,” Carl nodded.
“Greetings.” they both chimed.
“What’s with the space ship you got up on the tower?” Carl pointed up at the green metal Hershey’s kiss.
“S-s-s-spaceship?” Flargon sputtered. “What spaceship?”
“It is no use, husband.” Susan said. “He knows.”
Carl’s lips turned up in a grin just before the green ray ignited his body into a dust cloud of particles.
Flargon looked at Susan still holding the Disinteraygun, his face cast in a dissapproving look.
“It is acceptable.” He shrugged. “Now, where is that visitor center?”
A flash fiction challenge of 150 words (+/- 25) using a photo prompt