Flash Fiction: Posse — Part One of Five

“Yep. That’s a dead alien.”

Clem kicked its tentacled, grayish bulk. “It’s a Martian, Jeff!”

The sheriff nodded. “You sure gave him both barrels, Maybell.”

She lifted her shotgun. “He shouldn’t have been sneaking in my cabbage patch while I’m in the outhouse!”



All installments in order.


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