As I said in a previous post in this series, despite my love of Science-Fiction, I often struggle to do justice to the genre in just 75-words, especially if you throw Christmas into the mix. The idea for this one came to me after stumbling over a re-run of Men in Black and I didn't write it at Christmas (unlike most of my other Christmas themed stories).
The commander read the charge sheet with growing alarm. He looked up at the prisoner and spoke in grave tones. “When we picked up your distress beacon after you’d crashed, you were instructed to lay low, but what do I see here? Use of temporal warp fields, unauthorised use of anti-gravity technology… Abuse of replicators… Turn that morph-field off!” The prisoner complied with the order. White beard became orange tentacles, but the red suit remained.
Well, by this time next week, it'll all be over! Hope your Christmas preparations are going brilliantly...