Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #18 September 2015 | Page 72

down, relieving themselves at will and laughing; and
more were literally rolling in with the surf, totally and
hopelessly wasted.
I guess they are going to take over the world
after all, just not the way either species thought. Oh
well, if you can’t beat ‘em... Join ‘em, echoed in the
back of my weary mind.
I plopped down onto the sand, stretched out
my legs and leaned over to rest on one elbow but
placed it right into a pile of alien slime and slipped.
After righting myself and wiping the smelly goo
from my arm, I opened the bottle and drew a long,
satisfying pull. A rousing cheer worked its way down
the beach in celebration of
my shot. I lifted a leg and
forced out a resounding
fart in response, which
brought even more cheers.

my own portly belly and
bald head to the Greens
tickled my mind;
I was just a pasty,
fuzzy and slightly
larger version. I
soon found myself
completely nude and
awash on a wave of
slimy, stinking green
bodies... and laughing
hysterically.

I took another long
slug from the bottle and let
myself fall back onto the
sand. I stared at the azure
sky above; the squishing,
slurping and laughing
melded with the sounds
of the surf. My eyes slid
shut, and for the first time
in a very, very long time
a grin parted my face.
Their numbers grew. I was
being jostled and bumped
from all directions,
then I was floating on
indifference and a carpet of
extraterrestrials.
My shoes, and then
my shirt, disappeared into
the fray below me, but I
held the bottle tight with
both hands and managed
to slop some more liquor
into my mouth as I flowed
along. The resemblance of

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