This story was inspired by a post in a newspaper, and a challenge from a fellow writer to tell the story behind it.
‘Reveller leaves false leg outside Doncaster pub.’
Wide eyed and legless.
At first it had been a steep learning curve to try to blend in without being noticed. That had been the number one instruction on the orders for my fact gathering mission.
Of all the countries I had visited the folk round here were some of the hardest to understand, despite all the technological assistance provided by my superiors.
Gradually I had gained acceptance and even been invited to join the regulars at the pub on Friday night. As it was to be the final day of my assignment I readily accepted, especially as it would give me an opportunity to think up an explanation for my departure that night.
Pick up time was to be midnight, which gave me a couple of hours to say my Goodbyes. For professional reasons I’d always avoided alcohol but this was an occasion when one or two wouldn’t hurt. Or so I thought!
The bleep signalling the arrival of my transport was nearly drowned by the sound of the landlord ringing a bell and shouting ‘Time gentlemen please.’
My head was spinning, my eyes wouldn’t focus and I had to be helped outside by my friends. Luckily they were too drunk to notice me removing the limbs which had enabled me to pass undetected amongst them.
As I crawled into the ship one leg slipped and clattered onto the ground behind me.
Finally able to resume my natural amphibious shape, I wondered what the humans would make of the appendage I had been forced to leave behind as we sped back to our home planet.