Boosted by cstanhope@social.coop ("Your weary 'net denizen"):
MicroSFF@mastodon.art ("Micro SF/F by O. Westin") wrote:
A spaceship landed in the park. A door dilated. An alien emerged with a chair, which they sat down on, backwards.
"Look," they said, "we're not here, okay? You know why nobody contacts you? Because the write-up would be such a pain."
They sighed.
"Get your shit together, okay? We know you can."