Today’s writing prompt:
When you get up one morning you discover that everyone is speaking some strange language you don’t understand. No one can understand what you are saying either.
The first hour of my day was fine. I got up, had a shower, got dressed, made a cup of coffee, and headed out to work. The first inkling that I had that anything was wrong was when I turned on the radio in the car. The voices were speaking some language I didn’t recognize. It wasn’t any of the common languages that everyone knows a smattering of. It was like nothing I had ever heard.
I called my boss to tell him that I would be a few minutes late. He was speaking the same strange language. I hung up on him. I didn’t know what to say. I turned around and went back home. There was no point in sounding like a babbling idiot at work. Unless I could figure out what was going on, I was going to have a hard time making a living.
I tried calling my brother. He was babbling the same nonsense that everyone else was speaking. I tuned around the radio dial. Everyone was speaking it. I was beginning to question my own sanity.
When I got home, I was greeted at the door by Dolby, my dog. He was wagging his tail and dancing on his hind legs. When I told him he was a good dog, he started whining and backing away from me. I went after him and he hid under the bed.
As I sat there on the bed, I saw this flash of silver on my pillow. I investigated and found a pair of small silver banana shaped objects, about the size of the head of a cotton swab and half an inch long. They had the texture of soft candy. For some odd reason I felt compelled to put them in my ears.
When I did, I heard voices in the living room. They were speaking English. I went to see what was going on. I had left the TV on and it was the local news. I could understand every word they were saying. I reached up and felt of my ears. I couldn’t find any trace of the silver objects. I found a mirror and looked in my ears. There was nothing there but flesh.
I decided to give the day another try. As I was about to leave for work for the second time, I saw a reflection in the mirror. It was a reflection of the classical gray alien standing outside the kitchen window. I went into the kitchen to check but there was nothing outside the window. I went outside to look but there was nothing there.
I closed my eyes for a minute and went back to sleep. When I opened them again, the world was just as it always had been. I was on my way to work. It was going to be another day just like any other. Or was it?
Tomorrow’s writing prompt:
You discover while writing a story one day that everything you write seems to be coming true.
Sweet dreams, don’t forget to tell the ones you love that you love them, and most important of all, be kind.