The upturned face of my son shines red, yellow, blue, as the descending craft illuminates the night sky.
‘Is it aliens, Mum?’
I pull him down behind a bush and squeeze his hand.
‘We’ll be ok.’ My voice is small. My pulse fast and hot.
The UFO lands in the the middle of the park where hours earlier I had watched my daughter play. The door opens.
The lights go out and my son’s face is restored to its natural green colour. I wrap my four arms around him and we wait.
A figure steps out.
‘That’s gross Mum, he’s only got two legs.’
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story, inspired by a photo prompt. Check out the other entries here.