A Way Out
A Martian yelled through a bullhorn, "Attention mall shoppers! Do high gas prices scare you? Listen... no problem's so staggering that it can't be run away from. I urge you to run away now. Come to Mars where gas is only two cents a gallon. My spaceship is outside. We have room for ten thousand."
"Fools! I'm trying to save you. Your gas prices are rising daily. Soon your planet will suffer high inflation and terrible social unrest."
Guards ejected the Martian from the mall. Escorting him to the spaceship in the parking lot, they hollered, "Get outta here. Don't come back."
Minutes later, the Martian's ship was gone.
"What happened?" asked the spaceship's pilot.
"Those Neptunian fools wouldn't listen."
"Where to next? The Minister of Saving Planets authorized me to take you wherever you want to go. It's an election year. He wants to brag about the creatures he's saved from failing planets."
"Let's head for Earth and check their gas prices."
"Nah," the Commander said. "The last time I was at Roswell, gas was twenty cents a gallon. Earthlings are level-headed. They'd never let their gas prices rise to the point where they'd want to leave."
submitted at 6:41pm
22 August 2010
Michael's stories have been published by 128 magazines and 36 anthologies.