Three Line Tales: Where little green men go on holiday

 

photo prompt by Emiel Molenaar – you’ll find the full resolution shot here

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‘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.

‘How’s that?’

‘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.’

 

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Written for Sonya at 100 Words Three Line Tales. And no, in no way does it qualify – again. But if you’d like to take part and feel you’d do a better job of sticking to the rules, see here.

And for those of you unfamiliar with the crop circle phenomena, take a look here.