For Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt.
photo by Jan Genge via Unsplash
Beneath turbulent skies lit by the dying flares of the landing, the strange ships squat, doors firmly closed, no attempt at contact.
No armed forces evacuate the area, no military might is aimed against the aliens, and fearfully, the inhabitants leave their communal dwellings, hoping against hope that the ships have come in peace.
From within one of the craft comes a repeated sound that resembles cook oo, cook oo, a door is pulled open and an alien, dishevelled and wide-eyed, gapes before holding out a hand and saying, “Grüss Gott?”