Frank Lyman was working on his third Vodka Collins when the alien came through the door. Frank had been stopping by Murphy’s Bar every Friday night after work for nearly ten years, and this was the first time he thought the booze was spiked.
All of the regulars at the bar, plus Murphy serving drinks behind it, froze like ice sculptures and stared.
“RJhmzzxpingwqupnmkl-ooo-dx!” Static came out of the alien’s spacesuit. It adjusted a knob on its chest.
“What?” Frank forgot to swallow and his drink dribbled onto his shirt.
“Spaceship broken. Roadside service here?”
Okay, I know the image I used as an inspiration doesn’t show a bar, but when I saw it, I thought it looked like the beginning of a bad joke, “An alien walks into a bar.” I wrote it for fun.
Flash fiction of 99 words.
Oh, the comic book was published in 1958.