For Friday Fictioneers, 100 words
Retirement was not agreeing with them.
Roscoe and Norma restlessly sipped their drinks, soaking in the tropical surroundings. The spacious deck overlooked a pond teeming with beautiful, lush growth, but they both sat bored, itching to cook up some adventure.
They couldn’t help but notice when the sky took on an eerie glow. Without further warning, a ferocious wind exploded around them. Foliage and water became a blur, whipped by the maelstrom.
“Roscoe! Look up!” Norma yelled, pointing.
Turning his head skyward, Roscoe could see the strange, elliptical craft descending towards them.
“Hell, yeah!” grinned Roscoe. “Beam us up, Scottie!”