An Intergalactic Escapade at Jerry's Bowl-o-Drome
in which a visitor arrives from out of town, seeking entertainment
The knock I heard upon the door
was loud, but kind of squishy;
it hadn't rained in weeks,
so I suspected something fishy.
I saw nothing through the peephole,
and I almost said forget it.
But a knock's a knock, squishy or not,
just please, I thought, don't let it
be the neighbor's kids, pulling a prank,
or someone wanting money,
'cause I wasn't feeling generous
and the neighbor's kids aren't funny.
So I steeled my nerves and opened it,
and found, to my surprise,
a little soggy sort of person
with a pair of watery eyes.
It was small and slightly see-through
and stood only to my waist
and did not have many features
on what seemed to be its face.
When it saw me, it stood taller–
if you'd call what it did "stand"–
and extended an appendage
with what might have been a hand.
"Greetings!" said a voice,
a bit like gurgling in a drain,
"I am welcome to your planet,
new arrived, and want to gain
appreciation for your species
and what happens where you live!
So, if maybe you are freely
to be guide of tour and give
a tasty smallness of your culture
and what happens here on Earth,
so report I can in detail
what this part of space is worth."
When it finished, I just stood there,
staring, jaw hung open wide,
wondering if I should just close the door
or let it come inside.
But it didn't seem to notice
the extended awkward pause–
it just stood with something like a smile
between its open jaws.
We stared back at each other
and it gave some watery blinks,
as its words began to register
and gave me cause to think.
What on Earth (I chuckled inwardly)
brought this thing to my door?
Culture and appreciation?
Was that all it was here for?
"Pardon me," I finally managed,
"You have caught me quite off guard.
I'd be happy to oblige you–
we can talk in my backyard."
So I led it 'round the house,
so neighbors wouldn't hear our voices–
my guest followed close behind me
making lots of squishy noises.
I offered up a seat,
to rest its legs, if it had got 'em,
but it quietly demurred,
having neither knees nor bottom.
"So, you're here for work or pleasure?
And you'd like to see our planet?"
"Both, I hopes!" it said excitedly,
"But depends most how we plan it."
"Well, let's see," I said, considering
what would please this person most–
A hike up in the mountains,
or a drive along the coast?
I suggested these activities;
my guest seemed unenthused.
"Many macros am I journeyed–
much are my back membranes bruised!
Tell myself–are not there things for doing
nearer from your dwelling?
Maybe something we could find
requiring very small traveling?"
So I made recommendations
that were nearer to my home,
and it finally agreed to go
to Jerry's Bowl-o-Drome.
I'll admit, I wasn't certain
this was quite the demonstration
of the greatest thing on Earth,
or indeed, throughout the nation.
But my visitor seemed most concerned
with maximized convenience,
and since Jerry's was just down the street,
it won by easy distance.
"So, where you from again?" I asked
as we strolled down the block.
(Well, I strolled while my guest
kind of oozed–you couldn't say it walked.)
"Kalaahkta-Rah," it said with pride,
"bright jewel of Sector G!
Orbit of Kepler-22,
and moons we number three!"
I made appraising sounds
to demonstrate how much I cared,
though in truth I was just noticing
how much the people stared
from the windows of each house we passed
and each car that drove near
as if mushy squishy blobby folk
were something new 'round here.
My visitor finally told me
that it's name's pronunciation
required seven liquid mandibles
for correct enunciation.
But, considering we were friends now,
and were hanging out together,
I could simply call it
Osselottomallekkifullevver,
which was an affectionate term used
by its matriarchal port,
but if that seemed too familiar
I could call it Tim, for short.
We finally reached the Bowl-o-Drome
and found an empty lane,
I got some shoes for me
but took some more time to explain
that my partner wouldn't mar the wood
with shoes worn off the street,
but he wouldn't rent some either,
having brought no socks or feet.
When we finally got it sorted
and set out to find a ball,
I just couldn't help but wonder
if we should have come at all.
Tim's soft body had no fingers
that would fit bowling ball holes,
though it quickly demonstrated
quite impressive ball control.
By absorbing the entire ball
into its watery mass
it could launch it like a cannon
very straight, and very fast.
All ten pins fairly exploded
and the broken shards went flying.
"Whoa-ho!" Tim cried, "Did see
you that? Even I was not trying!"
It swaggered in a sloshy way
oozing with satisfaction.
In fact, oozing in every way
with squelchy, oozing action.
We played five games, and every time
it proved itself the winner.
I really had to question
whether Tim was a beginner.
Eventually, our time was up
we had to call it quits.
Besides, we'd near run out of pins;
they'd all been blown to bits.
Outside, Tim made a blubbery noise
that sounded like a sigh,
"Good timely havings, Earthling,
now it time, think, say good-bye."
Then the air above us shimmered,
and a ship sank through the clouds.
It was bright and irridescent
and uncomfortably loud.
Tim turned to me officiously
and gave a stately bow.
"The Mother ship arrives,
afraid must I get leaving now.
Thanks you many, for to do this,
I have gratitude is showing;
longest has it been the time
since such good games has I for bowling."
Then it gave me two wet thumbs up
and a little soggy wink,
gave off a little puff of steam
and vanished in a blink.
The giant ship just hovered there,
then gave a little click,
and disappeared, and there I stood,
feeling like I'd been tricked.
About the Creator
Pete Gustavson
Pete Gustavson is an award-winning songwriter who dabbles in fiction, and can't decide between Elmore Leonard and Hilary Mantel. He lives with his wife and children in Southeastern Pennsylvania.
Comments (4)
LOL This is amazing, and hilarious visuals throughout 😂😂
What a fun read! The imperfect English was a nice touch. A great challenge entry.
Well.... this was inventive and fun. Great story!
Great work! Fantastic writing!