Posted in Flash Fiction

Flower Things


“Any idea what it is Captain?”

“It’s a flower, sir. According to our database it’s a ‘fuchsia magellanica’ and was first discovered on the Caribbean islands of …”

“Enough Captain! Are there more of these ‘flower’ things?”

“They’re everywhere, sir. The whole planet is covered in flowers of all shapes and sizes.”

“Do the things serve any purpose?”

“They are often grown for their beauty, sir.”

“They think they’re beautiful! My God! These Earthling really are a backward race. Anything else?”

“Yes sir, apparently these flowers are also a benefit to a great number of insects.”

“Insects? What the hell are ‘insects’?”

“They are a small arthropod animals that have six legs and generally one or two pairs of wings, sir.”

“Enough! As far as I can see, Captain, neither these flower objects or these insect creatures are of any use at all. I want the place cleared of them. Send in your men and cleanse the entire planet of anything living. While they’re at it Captain, your men might as well dispose of the Earthlings as well, I can’t see that we will have any need of them either. I’ll be in my quarters, wake me when it’s done.”


A story for this week’s prompt at Sunday Photo Fiction.