by Mike Brines
Billy-Bob chased the last bit of gravy around his plate with a morsel of biscuit before popping it into his mouth and wiping his fingers on his overalls. He nodded across the table to his cousin Ray.
“So whatdidja do wit that saucer gizmo they come in?”
“It’s up on blocks out behind the barn. I already sold a lot of it off to da scrap yard. They pay good money fer stuff made of ‘luminim. You know, beer cans n’ shit like that.”
Ray nodded, then called out in the direction of the kitchen of the double-wide, “Hey, Sis! What’s takin’ so long wid that pie?” He looked back at Billy. “Dat wife of yours shore can cook, lemme tell you.”
“Yep,” agreed Ray scooping up the last morsel on his plate with a fork. “Tastes just like chicken. But don’t let on ta none o’ them city folk or they’ll be sendin’ the game warden around again, jes’ like they did with them other ‘en-dane-gered’ species.”
“Ain’t that a fact,” agreed Billy. “I don’t care what anybody sez, them little gray fellers is some mighty good eatin’.”
8 comments:
I love this story, as I always wondered why there were UFO sightings, but never any solid evidence.Could have used a bit less dialect, though.
You went a great direction with this. I like it.
Ha! What a great story. I thought it was fresh and fun, and I really liked the dialogue.
Brilliant idea, but the diarlect were too tuff t'swaller.
LOL, it made me laugh! Loved it. I thought the dialect was what made it so funny, don't think it would have been the same without it.
I also loved the dialect. And the honesty. Those aliens do taste good. I particularly like them grilled and seasoned with a dry rub.
I agree, it was fun, and the dialect made me laugh. For some people, written dialect is a bane, for others it is a pleasure. I can see both sides. You can't please everyone with it, so please yourself.
Ah, I went with the UFO theme, too! I like yours better.
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