This week’s photo prompt is provided by Mark with @any1mark66, and what an image it is too!
Botchy had got the co-ordinates wrong and he was in a right pickle.
It wasn’t rocket science to realise he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
He didn’t fit, and worse still, he was the wrong colour and the wrong species.
He was also carrying the wrong equipment.
He grinned nervously, well it was more of a grimace actually.
These aliens didn’t have a sense of humour so he hoped that by standing still and adopting the same stance as they, no-one would notice.
They had their backs to him afterall.
“Oh lor Botchy.
Stop playing about and beam me up mate!”