Where's Trish?
By Chip Houser
When the spaceships appeared, we ran inside. We watched the Johnsons and their son Bobby, standing in their front yard, waving like fools, until a ship turned them into pink goo and sucked them up.
Inside, Janet asked why Trish wasn’t with them. Then poor little Janet liquified, rising to pool on the ceiling. Her goo raced around, searching for a way out.
The rest of us hid in the basement. When Bill liquified, his goo split between several joists. He looked like pink insulation.
We decided it was better to stick together, so we went outside and started waving.
Chip Houser’s short fiction has appeared in Bourbon Penn, Chestnut Review, PULP Literature, PodCastle, Molotov Cocktail, and many other speculative and literary markets. In 2023, Red Bird Chapbooks published “Dark Morsels”, a collection of his very short fiction. Find links and more at chiphouser.com.
I can't unsee the pink goo! Yick. Great story!