The President of Earth tried to stay focussed on the small flower that was floating above his Presidential desk but he found it very hard to concentrate.
To his right and to his left the generals and senior diplomats of all the countries of Earth, were looking as serious and as confused as the President.
On the other side of the table were massed a very large number of floating flowers in devices that looked like futuristic flower pots.
The President of Earth had heard that talking to flowers made them grow better but had never heard of anybody having an intelligent conversation with a flower in a plant pot, futuristic or from the local hardware store.
"We come in peace," said the flower that was floating opposite the President. The metallic voice was thin and reedy and seemed to come from the space between the flower and the President not the flower itself.
"On behalf of all the countries of our planet, which we call Earth," said the President, "Welcome to our home. Naturally we would like to know where you come from and what your intentions are, how long you're staying and how we can make you comfortable. Er, would you like any fertiliser?"
As the President of Earth waited for a reply, he contemplated that it was extremely difficult talking to a flower because they didn't move or react. They didn't have mouths to see them speaking or eyes opening and closing to give an idea of what they were thinking or feeling. Because the meeting was being held at the President of the World's Council Offices (PWCO), there was no breeze except that which was coming from a small fan in the corner so they weren't moving, either. Without any doubt, the President thought, talking to a flower is very difficult.
Whilst talking to these flowers was unnerving, the mere existence of these flowers on the planet Earth, was cause for even greater concern to the President especially since he usually enjoyed his Thursday mornings on the golf course.
How had the flower space ships got through Earth's Strategic Air Defences (ESAD)? The President pushed the thought from his mind. They were obviously a very advanced species to have got here at all. The fact that they were floating in their flower pots twelve inches above his presidential conference table was even further proof of their abilities.
"We are the Flower People. We travel through space and time bringing peace to every world we visit. Many of these worlds are populated by warlike animals such as yourselves. We show you the error of your ways and how to make your planet more beautiful by putting flowers everywhere and removing yourselves from your global ecology. By so doing, we make the universe a better place."
The President of Earth didn't like the sound of this. He replied firmly.
"Er, did you say you are going to remove us? What exactly did you mean by that?"
The disembodied voice coming from somewhere in between the flower and the President continued.
"It is a very easy process. We provide you with flowers that you will be compelled by your greed to eat. You will then fall into a deep sleep and soon afterwards we will spread all your carcasses around the world to make a fine manure for our people to feed on and live in contentment. Peace be with you."
"Er, had it occurred to you that we may not like this version of your peace?" Spluttered the President.
It was time for some tough talking, he thought. Perhaps these annoying flowers could be persuaded to go home to wherever they came from and then the President could get back to his normal Thursday morning's golf.
"Resistance is futile," said the floating flower, pleasantly.
The President of Earth noticed that each of the floating flowers had sprouted smaller flowers which were gently descending in front of each of the President of Earth World Delegates (PEWD).
It crossed the President's mind that these flowers looked rather nice to eat. It had obviously also crossed the minds of other delegates that they looked nice to eat because many were currently already munching their allocated mini flower.
Absentmindedly, the President started munching his flower and it certainly tasted very nice. Now what was he trying to remember about flowers not to eat - no, it had gone from his mind for the moment. Perhaps it would come back after a round of golf.
The head flower continued.
"Peace be with you. Thank you for helping your world become a better place."
As the President of Earth's eyes gently closed, he felt himself pleasantly slumping forward onto his huge presidential conference table. It crossed his mind that planet Earth really would be a much better place with flowers growing everywhere.
Apart from looking very pretty, it would certainly stop global warming.
The President of Earth felt his eyes, flutter open. The nice looking nurse was blonde and had an Irish accent.
"How are you feeling, Paul," she said.
The recovery room of the Victoria Hospital Operating Theatre looked clean and sterile. Paul experimented by opening and closing his eyes several times. The nurse was now busy telling Paul that she was called Theresa and he was just to lie still until he was taken back to the ward. She looked very pleasant indeed and had a nice smile.
"I had a strange dream," mumbled Paul.
"There, there," said Theresa, "That is not unusual. Just rest and relax until you recover your strength. You've had a nasty car accident but you are all right now and will be as right as rain after you've had a rest.
Paul tried to move his legs and found them encased in plaster.
The trolley on which Paul was lying started to move, pushed by two cheerful ward orderlies. He closed his eyes again until he was parked up with some other beds with occupants who were about as immobile as he was.
Thank goodness the stuff about the flowers was just a dream, Paul thought.
He felt an overwhelming need to sleep. But before he drifted off, he had one request.
"Um, you see those flowers on the window sill? They are doing my head in. Could you please get rid of them?"
Before the orderly could comply with Paul's request, a petal fell from one of the flowers and landed just within Paul's reach.
Absentmindedly, Paul popped it into his mouth.
The petal tasted so nice as he fell asleep.
The End
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Bye for now
Rob
(Rob Hopcott - free online science flash fiction horror author)
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