Wear your ears. We can’t stress this enough. Yes they’re uncomfortable, but necessary. No, don’t just put a hat on—people will notice. And if people notice, that could be the end of our operation. Not to mention that we’ve spent good money acquiring those ears. So wear them proud as the earthlings do. – Management.
Like Mom Used to Make
The day is drab, confining me indoors with my paper and a warm, delicious bowl of soup. After a few minutes I toss the paper—it too is drab. Oh, but the soup is wonderful. I’ve had a hankering to taste mom’s recipe for a while now. I fish out my favorite bite—the eyeball.
It’s just a bump, a lump rather—a benign fatty mass. That’s what the nurse said. But it itches sometimes. Problem is I can’t scratch it, it being on my back.
I rub it on the door jamb, satisfying and then suddenly painful. I lift my shirt and situate a mirror. It’s sprouted a nose.
I live in Arizona with my family, wife and five kids and a little dog. I write fiction, thrillers and soft sci-fi with a little short horror on the side. I hold an MBA and work in finance for a biotechnology firm.
I volunteer with the Boy Scouts, play and write music, and enjoy everything outdoors. I’m also a novice photographer.