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Blue Female With A Rather Large Head

Updated on April 13, 2017

The Hoopla Was Coming From The Kitchen

Boscoe barking his head off woke us. The clock said 3 a.m. There was buzzing charging the air. Chuck and I scrambled out of bed and raced downstairs. The racket sounded like an electrical problem. I hoped it wasn’t major. Cuz we were still wincing from the 2008 financial meltdown. That resulted in a 50% decline in orders for my catering business and Chuck's computer gigs.

On reaching the first floor it was obvious the hoopla was coming from the kitchen. Strangely it was lit. Just as we entered the noise stopped. All the cabinet doors were open. Also, a duffel bag overflowing with boxes of cereal, cookies, crackers, and bags of potato chips sat on a countertop. However, that wasn’t the kicker. A 5’6 tall blue female with a rather large head stood by the two double oven stoves. An orange caftan billowed over her metallic pants and she pointed a weapon at us.

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Those Kaleidoscopic Orbs of Hers

Though slender she was channeling a buffed masculine physicality. And those kaleidoscopic orbs of hers were steadily changing patterns. I suspected they were compiling data. From what I could gather the two slits beneath the hood lights functioned as part of her respiratory system.

I glanced over at Chuck. Two seething abysses had replaced his dark brown eyes. His protruding lips were slightly parted. As if they were about to utter something, but held back the comment on my account. He gripped my left hand tightly. That was shaking like the rest of me. Despite my trembling I could feel the rage coursing through his blood. He had declared war. Boscoe remained silent and glued by the arched doorway.

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The ET Bared Her Filed Teeth

I assumed she would grab the bag and flee through the enormous vibrating wall mirror. I purchased a day ago from a second-hand store. Yet she lingered. After a couple of minutes lapsed. The hair at the nape of my neck was soggy and every nerve cell in my body shot.

The irony of having sold our cherished paintings and antiques to keep the IRS, the County Tax Collector, and the bank’s paws off our home. Only to have an E.T. from a parallel universe, another planet, or maybe the hollow Earth walk in and take over was absolutely crushing.

My angst smoldered inside me. It began to crackle and pop, barbecuing my mind. To the point that I no longer cared whether she was going to kill us. I yanked my hand from Chuck’s, quivering and blinded by tears I pointed to the throbbing wall mirror screaming, “Go back to wherever you came from!” In response to my outburst the E.T. bared her filed teeth.

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"Baby hold on."

-“Wendy get a hold of yourself.” Chuck kissed me on my forehead.

-“It's been hell and now this!”

Chuck gave a short toss of his head towards the alien indicating a game plan. His gesture calmed me somewhat. I pulled myself together. After all he was a battle tested former Marine.

The E.T. began tilting her head slowly from the right to left and then from left to right ogling us. She was smirking. And I was certain the blue female was viewing our anatomy minus our pajamas. I felt so violated and Chuck did as well. For the reason he yelled, “Stop it!” The alien became considerably peeved. When he rushed towards her, she blasted him and I screamed.

Chuck crashed on the white tiled floor near the silver kitchen island twitching and thrashing about. Thank goodness he was still alive. I ran over to him and placed his head in my lap. ”Baby hold on,” I whispered and Boscoe started barking. The E.T. frowned thoroughly irritated by his arfing.

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We Only Had Three Options

“You - Earthling woman sit at table.” She indicated the wrought iron table with the weapon. Her husky voice sailed about the suspended track lighting fixtures and yellow wooden ceiling beams. I reluctantly complied, gingerly placing Chuck’s head on the floor. While the E.T. glared at Boscoe who continued barking non-stop.

On the glass tabletop, I spotted a leather satchel that belonged to her. I slid my fingertips inside it on the sneak, pulling out what seemed like a video postcard. I observed imprisoned women with multiple heads and limbs as well as horns, antennae, and winged appendages on the screen. Their hues, hair textures, and eye coloring ranged from alabaster to vantablack. A blue brute was checking their cells. They appeared clearly dispirited.

I hurriedly slid the video back inside the bag. As the E.T. made skating movements with her webbed feet towards me. While my Chuck moaned and my Boscoe whimpered. Given the video and whatever happened to Boscoe. I detested her even more.

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"Resist me and I destroy the Earthling male."

Without warning she grabbed a fistful of my hair and whiffed the lavender scent from the conditioner rinse. Following that the blue female began twirling my crinkly ringlets between her fingertips. “Resist me and I destroy the Earthling male," she threatened. I knew that was a lie. Chuck was male, 6’2, 250 lbs., and too valuable to terminate. I figured that’s why she Tasered him.

I glimpsed his way. I noticed he was blinking his eyes trying to convey a message. I finally got it - he was pleading with me to take action. Well, we only three options: 1) I fought the alien to death for our freedom; 2) We became her slaves; or 3) We provoked her into killing us. Although I was hardly Xena the warrior woman I decided to take her down.

When she began kissing my neck, I thought now or never and quickly sprung from the chair. I lounged at her and attempted to grab her weapon. She punched me in the jaw with her free hand. It stung like heck. I staggered a little pretending to be dazed by the jab. When the alien dropped her guard, I socked her as hard as I could in the stomach. Somehow we landed on the floor and started tussling. Her hot breath showered my face and those peepers of hers spun crazily.

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The Blue Golaith

Consequently, I received a surge of energy from somewhere and pinned her free hand and abdomen beneath my body. She wiggled, kicked, and bit me. I forged onward ignoring the racking pain and blood. When I placed both my hands over her hand that held the weapon. I felt a nook above the handle with two buttons jutting from it. I forced the weapon towards her and pressed those buttons. There was a flash of light. She gasped and disintegrated into a tiny pile of black powder.

Afterwards I laid the weapon on the table and checked on my men. Chuck was sitting up. I assisted him to a nearby chair. Before I could see about Boscoe, Chuck shouted, “Someone is coming through the mirror!" I turned around noting three-fourths of the brute's frame and orange caftan hovering above the credenza where I kept my cookbooks. He splayed his hands against it to balance himself. “Wendy get the weapon,” urged Chuck.

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"Get lost!"

I sprinted over to the table while the blue Golaith yelled, "Woa! Woa!" The sound of his roaring voice reverberated throughout the kitchen. His agape mouth displayed two rows of filed teeth. When he realized the blue female no longer existed. Those kaleidoscopic orbs of his turned dark red. Before I knew it, the brute had somersaulted off the credenza. And he was standing in front of me. "I kill you!” he shouted.

“Get lost!” I fired the weapon at his torso. A mask of sheer disbelief etched his face as he disintegrated into puddle of black powder. A few seconds later, the mirror solidified and Boscoe barked weakly.

Oddly, I didn’t feel any remorse about vaporizing the brute or Woa. I suspected they were sex traffickers and work camp procurers. I immediately smashed the mirror into a thousand pieces with a broom handle. I felt optimistic about the kidnapped women's release. And their return home to somewhere in the Milky Way galaxy.

If You Encountered an E.T. in Your Kitchen, Would You?

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      Faith Reaper 8 months ago from southern USA

      Wow, Irma, I really enjoyed reading this alien encounter in the kitchen short story! I love the pace of your writing. You are certainly a wonderful creative fiction writer.

      I look forward to reading more.

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      Carolyn Palacain 7 months ago

      Wow.They look likes a ghost fly up beyond the universe.

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      Irma Cowthern 7 months ago from Los Angeles,CA

      Hey Faith Reaper

      Thanks for your wonderful words of encouragement. I'm glad you enjoyed the ride.

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      Shannon 7 months ago from Texas

      Well, this was certainly an action-packed short story. It was a very easy read and flowed quickly, effortlessly. I really enjoyed it. I guess they may never know how many other mirrors like that exist, huh? Or maybe you could turn it into a series.

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      Larry Rankin 7 months ago from Oklahoma

      Very imaginative.

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      Irma Cowthern 7 months ago from Los Angeles,CA

      Thanks Larry.

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      Irma Cowthern 7 months ago from Los Angeles,CA

      Hello shanmarie,

      I'm glad you enjoyed the ride. Your comment about the mirror reminded me of the tv series, Friday the 13th-The Series. Re owners of an antique store recover cursed objects. I'll keep your suggestion in mind about turning this piece into series. Who'd thought...

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      Irma Cowthern 7 months ago from Los Angeles,CA

      Hello shanmarie,

      I'm glad you enjoyed the ride. Your comment about the mirror reminded me of the tv series, Friday the 13th-The Series. Re owners of an antique store recover cursed objects. I'll keep your suggestion in mind about turning this piece into series. Who'd thought...

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      Noni Olabisi 6 months ago

      Great writing. Truely speaking , if i encountered an ET in my kitchen of that magnitude, I'd probably died on the spot......

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      Irma Cowthern 6 months ago from Los Angeles,CA

      Thanks for the compliment...I'm glad you enjoyed the ride.

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