“So what are they Vorp?”
“Apparently they’re called raspberries, they grow wild and earthlings eat them, or that’s what my human interpreter told me. She’s a dull woman, is Eve but seemed to know what she was talking about. In fact it was she that recommended we come and try some.”
The two alien invaders each picked a handful of ripe raspberries and popped them in their mouths. The word, ‘Lovely…’ had just begun to form on Vorp’s lips when the fruits exploded, sending bits of alien flying everywhere. From a distance Eve looked on and smiled. Another small victory for the Resistance.
Another 100 word story for ‘Friday Fictioneers’.