It was a mistake telling George about those aliens who wanted me to hop on board their flying saucer for some zany experiments.
George explained to me that my aliens either were delusions or they were demons monkeying with me and he didn’t care which I picked as long as I didn’t believe there were actual aliens out there since any rational person knows they couldn’t exist and they wouldn’t exist if they wanted to.
He’s usually right, and so I picked the demonic monkeys.
That’s when a flying saucer popped in front of us and a squeaky voiced alien asked George if he would like to hop in for some nice experiments.
I gave them both an all-knowing smile.
As George hopped in he told me I would have to gaslight myself until he got back.
Linked to GirlieOnTheEdge’s Six Sentence Stories with the prompt word “zany”.