Bumbling Through the Bzzt Bop
Nano Fiction | ~100-Words | April 2024
Noah's grip crushed the alien dictionary, its indecipherable glyphs blurring before his eyes. The Bzzt's iridescent wings fluttered as he finished his final, fluid twirl.
Noah’s stomach lurched — his turn. "Easy," he'd assured the interviewers, brimming with misplaced confidence about his fluency in extraterrestrial languages.
Why didn’t anyone mention the Bzzt communicated through dance?
Hesitant, Noah lunged, performing a clumsy imitation of the spin. The Bzzt tilted his head, antennae twitching, before erupting into a series of high-pitched chirps resembling laughter. Then, he launched into another pirouette, beckoning Noah to join. Noah gulped. Maybe 'easy' was a relative term.