The Martians Have Landed!

The Martians Have Landed!

The Martians have landed! They are all about six inches tall and wear large, round hats. Or maybe those aren’t hats,  but large, round heads. It’s hard to know with a Martian. They are all white and they appear in a circle, doubtless because their landing craft must have been round, rather like a saucer. I guess the flying saucer left, back to its home port, and the Martians are here to survey things. These landed in my neighbor’s back yard but I saw another batch on the post office lawn today. They are quiet, not moving, but they can’t fool me. 100_2633I’ll bet tonight, after everyone has gone to bed, they’ll sneak around neighborhood yards, seeing what secrets they can take back to their home turf. 100_2634

Lest you think I’ve gone completely around the bend and have spent too many hours concocting fiction, I do know they weren’t Martians but were toadstools caused by rotting organic matter. According to what I read, they can also be beneficial but, hey! Those are the cold, hard facts. How much more fun to weave a story around them. These were even in the rough shape of a ring, a fairy ring, no doubt. This was yesterday, so what today? Will I see a huge, round saucer-like object settling gently on my neighbor’s lawn to gather the aliens back to their home turf? Maybe…

 


In case you are unmoved by the sight of over-night toadstools and prefer stories that smack more of coziness as well as mysteries, you can find Darcy and Flora and also Ned here: PenL.comAmazonBarnes and Noble, Booksamillion

For my United Kingdom friends and relatives, you can find my cozies here: amazon.co.uk

 

 

Comments

  1. Oh, Blanche! You made me hugely smile with your “fanciful facts”…who needs “cold and hard”?
    Bless you for sharing your great imagination! I love it!

  2. Carolyn Bayley says

    Love your fiction story! That sounds like the beginning of a children’s book.

  3. Started the day with a big smile. Only a writer could look at a toadstool and see a Martian! Good tale Blanche.

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