PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Morgs are from Venus
The creature was here.
Malky dusted the frost from his Morg Detector.
The reading showed ten in a thousand parts of nitrogen dioxide
and traces of nitric oxide.
A trace!
Malky locked his visor, sealed his suit and turned on its heater.
His knees began to shake.
He saw the frosted roses in a vase of water pellets.
What was the Morg after?
Was this a Valentine’s gift and attempt at amorous flattery?
Or a trap.
Were there frosted chocolates?
A lyrical voice called, ‘Malky’.
His detector bleeped nitric warning. Too late.
She was beautiful. He was frozen in love.
James McEwan 
Ah, those enticing Morgs, who can resist!?
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Lovely creatures.
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That’s a new take on men are from mars
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Or the Ice-maiden from hell.
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You’ve really gotta watch those Morgs, tricky devils 🙂
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A fine chiller of a story. Remind me not to go to Venus anytime soon.
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Richard Branson has flights available soon, book your seat now!
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Ice Queen Morg of Mars, who’d have thought. What a fun read.
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Extraterrestrial love affair. Intense but cold. Nice!
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A truly different take on the prompt. Well done.
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Dear James,
A relationship doomed from the beginning. Frozen in love. Great line.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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The suit, even with its built-in heater, could not protect him from the Morg’s icy charm. A fun read.
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That was fun, Mars Boy.
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A tempting alien… and it’s amazing to make love to an 8 armed girl…
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I guess that love is not all it’s cracked up to be, unless there’s a cooling off period.
Very imaginative. I enjoyed it.
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Oh dear! Too late to run
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