The Visitor
A.H. Mittelman
"I'm visiting Earth from Megurkury," I said. A crowd gathered around me. "How do you know English," an Earthling shouted from the crowd. "I learned all Earth languages before visiting. I have a gift for you," I said. I reached into my pocket and took out the gift and an Earthling yelled, "Shoot it. Shoot the alien, he might be dangerous," and someone shot me. "Forgive them, they know not what they do," I said and I died. A priest took the gift from my hand. "He was a friend. This was the cure for cancer, fools," the priest said.
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Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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He landed in America, right 😏
Fantastic!!! 💖💖💕