I originally wrote this for the Weekly Writing Challenge – Fifties, but I was a little late, and it was 67 words instead of fifty… Here it is.
Alien
Kyle struggled through the desert sand next to the nearly-deserted road next to his friend Wyatt. He looked down at the bright green paint still on his clothes from the “paint incident” that morning. And now the breakdown. A car whizzed past and Kyle noticed the gaping faces in the windows?
“What’s their problem?” he griped aloud.
Wyatt grinned. “I think they thought you were an alien.”
