eyes with tears

Driving faster than normal through the winding roads in a desperate attempt to try to make it to the next town before anyone can see her. There were still more questions on how to take care of a baby. She’ll look it up later or at least deal with it when she gets there.

“I’m hungry,” a tiny voices cries out.

Cara looks around. What the hell? She looks around quickly. Who was in the car with us.

“I’m hungry,” the voice repeats

She looks around again in the back seat, the passenger seat. There’s nothing. Ok she’s going crazy this is crazy. She pulls over takes a closer look inside the backseat. Then a cold tiny hand touches her arm. Looking down at Cassie’s tiny body. “Are you talking to me?”

Cassie smiles a sweet toothless smile. “So you’re hungry?”

Cassie touches her arm again. “So that’s a yes.”

“What do you eat?”

“I am partially human so I eat what human babies eat.”

“So milk, applesauce, mush peas. We are on the way to the store now. I am going to get you some clothes so I can take care of you.”

Cassie smiles again.

“Partially human? What are you? Where did you come from?”

“I come from a place that is far. There are no words in your language to describe it.”

Cara’s stomach started to turn. So what is she?

“Alien?”

“Yes at least part of me. I come to save your race. There are many more like me we are everywhere. No need to worry Cara we are peaceful. We are a part of you. We are here to make things better you are destroying your world. You are destroying yourselves. In which destroying yourselves you are destroying us. We can’t let that happen.”

Cara was afraid to talk. Can she read minds? The advancement their race far beyond of what she can fathom. Our smartphones, tablets and laptops are nothing compared to their technology they probably give them to their alien babies to play with as toys. After twenty minutes of silence she’s in the parking lot of the only grocery store in Olmstead. She sits in the parking lot looking forward. “I’m going crazy,” she says to herself.

“Aliens are not real. This baby is not real. This is all a bad dream and soon I’m going to wake up in my bed and none is this going to be here.”

Cara shut her eyes tightly resting her head on the steering wheel. “Wake up, wake up, wake up…” she whispers over and over. She opens her eyes and look straight into Cassie’s. Cara started to sob uncontrollably. What the hell is this? This is too much to handle she visions of her undoing the blanking leaving Cassie in the car and running toward the nearest hospital and tell them that she’s hearing voices and that she should be locked up on a seventy-two hour hold. She’s crazy she knows it. Cassie’s cold body pressing against hers. Her tiny body is equivalent to holding a block of ice. The Freezing makes it real. Makes Cassie real. Makes aliens real.

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Peace & Stay Creative,

Trish

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