Cultural Exchange

Written for the Daily Flash Fiction Challenge with a word limit of 300.

The prompts: This story must contain the words: Plate, Kitchen and Package

Cultural Exchange

Gerald looked across the kitchen table where the alien sat staring back with large, unblinking eyes.

This was not part of the deal, he thought. Then, “How are your potatoes?”

The alien dipped a long, green finger into the whipped pile on the plate then withdrew a sizable dollop on the tip. He brought it up to his face and examined it before flicking it across the table. It landed neatly on Gerald’s forehead with a “plop”.

“Why you little green…,” Gerald started across the table. Enough was enough. It was time to teach the fat little blob from outer space who was in charge.

The sudden appearance of a ray gun changed the balance of power noticeably and Gerald settled back into his chair.

“Listen,” Gerald started, “we had an agreement. As far as I can tell, putting up with you was not part of the package.”

The alien reached into a hidden fold of skin and pulled out a document which it then slid across the table towards Gerald.

“I know we have an agreement. You take my wife and in exchange, I host one of you little green snots. There was nothing in there about what a pain-in-the-ass you would be. Your flatulence alone is almost enough to make me long for my nagging wife.”

The alien tilted slightly to the side and broke wind with great gusto.

Meanwhile…

“All you do is sit in that chair and stare at that damn view screen while I’m working my hands to the bone keeping this place clean and don’t think I didn’t notice that tuff of fur on your shirt last night don’t try to tell me…”

Commander Krill looked at the contract in his green hand. There had to be a way out of this deal.

Word count 300