[Editor’s note: Every now and then I will post a photo with a caption or a short poem or a bit of writing to it. You are free to make up own captions or comments.]
The invading force was hidden inside a giant Brooks Catsup Bottle.
There it was. The invading force was hidden inside a giant Brooks Catsup Bottle. He was sure of it.
“There it is,” David said to himself. When we go to sleep tonight, the alien invading force will unscrew the top of the giant bottle, sneak out, and cut the throats of all able-bodied males, slather the women in red ooze, and tie up the children with supersized french fries. Somehow, he had to muster the courage to tell the town’s people an invasion was coming and likely coming tonight, and that the aliens would be flowing out of the giant bottle like spilled milk. He didn’t relish all the derisive comments he’d have to face and maybe even a rotten tomato or two thrown at him. After all, this wasn’t the first alien invasion he’d been privy to. Or even the second. He didn’t call this the Condiment Wars for nothing.
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