The Name To Remember - Flash Fiction
- Greg Luti
- Apr 25
- 4 min read
Greg Luti’s flash fiction “The Name To Remember” follows a reluctant wedding guest who politely endures an older man’s long, increasingly wild story about being abducted by aliens — only to quietly escape the moment the storyteller steps away.
I sat at a corner table of a wedding reception as a friend of a family member was telling me about an alien abduction he had. I tried my best to eat my chicken and drink my beer as he went on and on about the occasion. There is nothing quite like a family gathering with a person you barely know telling you about a time when the green men came to visit.
I just sat there and listened, offering comments that proved attentiveness but not engagement. The individual speaking was an older gentleman, someone my parents knew from a while back. Surely if one of them were around, they would be able to better identify this person. I can’t even tell you honestly who this guy was, but he needed an audience, and I was the one stuck listening.
The man finally got up to get some more food, and he ended his conversation. He didn’t really say bye to me, either, as much as he stopped talking and walked away.
