photo prompt by Emiel Molenaar – you’ll find the full resolution shot here
‘What happened to crop circles?’ said Jim, staring into the dregs of his stout. ‘Used to be loads a few years back. Can’t remember when I last saw one.’
‘Fashion,’ said Carl who’d spent the last ten minutes nenuding every table in the pub of beer mats and was now constructing a skew-whiff, ale scented house of cards.
‘Well,’ said Carl with a knowledgable air, ‘I ‘spect Earth was the holiday choice for your rich tentacled alien – like Cannes or Ifracombe is for posh people. Now, your little green man will have found a new desination.’ He stared at the rain spattered window. ‘With sunshine and a view of the sands. Venus maybe.’
Jim thought for a moment. ‘Won’t find crops on Venus.’
Carl pointed to his empty pint glass. ‘Won’t find beer neither, so that’s something we got in common. Your round.’