Friday Fictioneers – Alien Turf War

The homeless people poked the glob with a stick, “never seen anything like this before,” they said. When they left for the soup kitchen, the glob began to grow, doubling in size every half hour. Soon it covered the whole park.
Far above, on Rigel 7, the alien inventor’s watched the progress with their boss. “That glob is our new turf and it will dissolve the humans,” they said, “and soon it will make earth just like our planet and we can move in!”
But the turf didn’t dissolve anything, instead it sprouted grass, and the homeless people packaged the turf up and sold it as lawn fertilizer, making millions of dollars.
On Rigel 7 the turf inventor’s were out of a job. “Stupid humans,” they said, as they made their way to the alien soup kitchen.

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I’ve been away for a few weeks and, well… what a photo to come back to! Not yet back in the writing groove yet, but I’m working on it.

Friday Fictioneers: a story in 100 words prompted by a picture that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every Wednesday. Here’s the link to the other stories posted about this photo.