At the beginning of the weekend, my cousin Beatriz told me that a publishing house in Argentina was promoting an international short story competition and that the theme was to create a short story in the suspense genre.
As I love mystery and suspense stories, it occurred to me that it wouldn't be a bad thing to participate and maybe with luck, I would win the contest.
I woke early on Saturday morning and got everyone ready to start creating.
Every time I go to write, a short story, a story no matter what genre, I sit in front of a large window in my flat, which is located in a building on the 18th floor.
Sitting in front of the window, I can see the skyline and much of the city. It is a marvelous view that is enchanting no matter what time of day it is.
In front of me was also my laptop and a blank word processor sheet.
Minutes passed and I couldn't think of anything. I got up and made coffee and a couple of turkey ham sandwiches with tomatoes and lettuce.
An hour passed and I ate the sandwiches and drank the whole pot of coffee and the word processor sheet was still blank; I was blocked.
I got up from my chair again, went to my room, lay down, and stared at the white ceiling and my mind, still without ideas.
I stayed there for half an hour and then got up and sat back down in front of my laptop and the cityscape.
Suddenly I saw a flying craft coming from the horizon, which seemed to be moving at a slow speed, giving the impression that it was hanging by threads that were dragging them in my direction.
As the day was cloudy, the flying device was blending into the clouds and was impossible to capture with the camera lens. I got the impression that it was a drone, but as it got closer and closer it grew in size and I wasn't sure if it was a conventional drone.
In the blink of an eye, the thing was in front of my window and it was intimidating in size. Nervously, I dropped the phone, closed the laptop, and stood up. When I made that move, the ship moved backward. I realized that whoever was manning it was as scared as I was.
What came next left me cold, the ship opened a window exactly to mine and inside I could see very beautiful colored lights together with a kind of mist that was dissipating making appear a grotesque and immensely deformed figure that more than terrifying me, caused repulsion.
As best I could, I plucked up my courage, and out of my mouth came a word in the voice of a child:
Hello!
The deformed thing answered me with another hello and the same tone of voice. At that moment, courage appeared in me, I felt that the alien was more scared than I was, but something was pushing it to stand in front of my window.
After a minute of looking at each other, even though the thing had no eyes, it said to me:
I come in peace, only with questions on three subjects that I do not understand about humanity. It seems to me that you are a human of much wisdom and I am sure you will be able to clear my doubts about the concept of Greed, Masturbation, and Farting.
When I heard the alien's words, I laughed to myself because I don't consider myself to be someone of much wisdom. But I thought that the questions were not difficult to explain and I could give the answers without having to appeal to internet search engines.
The alien begged me to please explain it to him as if he were a very small child in order to understand it properly.
Listening to his request I was inspired and started with the first theme; greed:
Imagine that the universe is like a big cake and every star is a piece of that cake. Greed is when someone wants to have a lot of pieces of cake for himself and doesn't care if others want a piece too.
I didn't stop there and moved on to the next topic which was masturbation:
Masturbation is like tickling the stars. Just as the stars shine and make us feel good when we see them in the sky, masturbation can make us feel good and relaxed. It is something we do in private, like stargazing alone. It is normal and safe for us humans.
Finally, I explained to him in simple terms what farting was:
The farts are like when a comet hits the sun and is swallowed up by it, creating gases that erupt outwards in solar flares or planetary storms.
In the same way, when a human eats food, his or her body produces gas in the intestine, and sometimes that gas needs to leave the body. So when we fart, it is as if we are expelling gas from the body, just as planets and comets expel gas into space.
The downside of this is that these fumes often smell disgusting and out of respect for others we can't be farting everywhere.
When I finished, the alien didn't say anything, it just moved like a bacterium, from one side to the other and suddenly I heard a disgusting noise and immediately a nauseating smell reached my nose.
The alien said:
I understood your explanation very well, each concept fits in with things we have in common, and the last topic was so funny that it caused me to fart, but that gas kind of came with some lava or molten solid.
And so it was my encounter with an alien at my window.
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