Flash Fiction

Through a Spoon Darkly

My soup is outta this world.

Photo by Charles Koh on Unsplash

In the background, the TV blared something about the President, half the cabinet, and all the Joint Chiefs flying to London for an emergency meeting to discuss the increasing number of UfO sightings.

“Scary days!” Alice said aloud as she set the soup to simmer. Her sister, Arlene, would be here soon, and…