Since Saturday (August 9, 2014) was the last day of GISHWHES for this year–and due to popular demand (okay, my sister-in-law Misti Williamson asked for it)–here is the 140 word short story I donated to the one team who asked for it:
by R.P. Nettelhorst
Lost, hungry. And his dad would ground him over the dented warp coil. But at least they weren’t pressing charges.
An ugly local pushing a shopping cart stopped and lifted a purple toy up to its face. “Do you know him, Elopus?” The universal translator descrambled its words. “Is he one of your relatives?”
Loton smiled. “I’m looking for a good restaurant.”
“Misha, Queen of England, at your service.” Misha bowed extravagantly. “And this would be my loyal retainer, Elopus.” It patted the furry stuffed animal.
“When a mommy octopus and a daddy elephant drink lots of whiskey—” began Misha.
“I just need some food.”
“Don’t eat out much—got my crown jewels, but cash is tight.” It rummaged through its cart. “Like a scepter?” It held up a bent coat hanger. “All yours if you’re buying.”