It was an obvious trap. The robot was merely waiting for the right time to capture the children who thought it was just playground equipment and take them up to the mothership for experimentation. They might be kept on the aliens’ planet for decades and then be returned aged not at all.
“You watched ‘Independence Day” on the fourth again, didn’t you Larry?” asked his wife, Nan.
“Why do you say that?” he said innocently. “I’m just minding my grandchildren while they play.”
“You’ve got that look,” she accused.
“Wait! I think the robot’s about to launch. Get the kids!”
It’s Wednesday and time again to participate in this week’s edition of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers. The idea is to use the image up top as the prompt for crafting a poem or short story no more than 100 words long. My word count is exactly 100.
Yeah, that was the first thing I thought of when I saw the photo. It’s a mix of Independence Day (1996), Close Encounters Of The Third Kind (1977), and the TV show The 4400.
Of course, Larry might just be too imaginative.
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Happy Wednesday.


I will admit the anti-aging thing makes me think i might like to be taken by aliens…..
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The way I understand it, you stay the same age you were when the kidnapped you. They don’t actually make you younger. Besides, who knows what else goes on in their lab. :-O
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That is one scary prospect!! Good write 🙌
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Thank you.
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Grandparents do have radar about such things. Good story, James.
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Radar about robots about to take their grandkids into space? Yeah, I’ve got one of those. Thanks. 😉
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