For Flash! Friday
Prompt: Aliens and mailbox
Dragon's Bidding: include an unpaid bill
160 words
The desert sun does nothing to sooth the bruises. Time has no business in this wasteland, so I'm surprised to see the mailbox sitting there as if it's staring at me in wonder.
In my desperation, I search for some sign of help. Nothing besides the beaten wood. The temptation to lie in the dirt and let the sun take me is almost too much to ignore.
"Are all humans as ugly as you?" I can't find it. This voice that mocks me. There's nothing but dust for miles on either side, besides the lonely mailbox. That should've been my first clue. Two green eyes peer from inside. This must be what death looks like.
"Hm. It seems I've forgotten to pay this. Who needs cable anyway?" It glances back at me. "Should I take you away?"
I'm not sure how I know. I just do. My body has left the plains of the earth. Heaven never looked so sweet.