Your tale weaver prompt this week is to plan a dinner party and invite 2 “entities” living or dead, to supper. Entities means you can include living or dead mythical, alien, human guests.
My table was set.
My menu was my most competent dishes.
A week before I had noticed a flash in the back yard.
Then a knock on the back door and there stood Single Entity. Behind him stood Double Entity.
Behind them stood a rather large spheroid object sitting in my yard, a small trail of steam coming from its under carriage.
For years I had dreamed and wished for the aliens to come and land in my backyard, come in and have a cup of tea and tell me all about what they were on about.
Now here they were.
Single Entity introduced himself in the most beautiful English accent.
Double Entity as his name suggests was two in one. He was constantly in earnest conversation with himself over most things.
‘It’s a stupid idea.
Because we’ve been here before.
They are all the same.
They are not.
Once he learns who we are he’ll run off screaming. They all do.
Oh come on let’s give it a go.
I’m protesting I want you to know that.
To say the evening was a success is put it mildly even Double Entity at one time managed a smile though to do so he had to break into the conversation he was obviously having with himself over the main course and whether or not he should ask for seconds of my now famous Sausage and Cabbage Bake.
‘Why are you here?’ I asked
‘We are galactic travellers,’ replied Single. ‘We have been on the earth for many years and tried contact but to no avail. You are a sad race of beings. It’s a miracle you haven’t wiped each other out when so many are intent on killing.’
‘Thankfully we can be invisible so we aren’t noticed unless we want to be.’
‘It was your mind we tapped into,’ said Double, his eyes being the only feature that betrayed his non-humanness. They were of the deepest blue with a red iris, very striking and you couldn’t help but look at them. That and they blinked on the vertical.
‘We read minds and most of the minds we have come in contact with are filled with nonsense so we haven’t bothered to engage. But your thoughts of dinner and hospitality intrigued us.’
‘So here we are,’ said Doubles double. Double’s double had a stringent sounding voice; you knew where you stood when it spoke.
Dessert brought about their love of sweet as they slurped and licked their lips with utterances of delight at the pavlova I had made.
‘Excellent meal,’ said Single.
‘We agree,’ said Double
They then showed me examples of their cuisine.
Holding up their hands their palms became screens upon which appeared images in the highest definition you could imagine.
I was mesmerised by what they showed me.
They announced they were soon to return home.
‘Would you like to come?’ asked Single
I hesitated only a second in asking:
‘When are you leaving?’