“Desperate Visitors” by Richard F. Yates

The pilot guided his craft, a shining silver disc, quickly and deftly, down onto the city street, then pulled, suddenly, into an Astro-Gas lot. Almost instantly, as if he was unbound from the constraints of time and physical inertia, the pilot’s passenger opened the side hatch and leapt from the saucer, then rushed for the door of the main building. The pilot of the craft waved four elongated fingers over a glowing panel and the window dematerialized, and he yelled out, “And be sure to wash your hands this time!”

“Okay pop!” the young alien said. The mechanical door of the Astro-Gas station beeped and slid up, and he sped inside…

—Richard F. Yates

About richardfyates

Compulsive creator of the bizarre and absurd. (Artist, writer, poet, provocateur...)
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