“In my opinion, there is no aspect of reality beyond the reach of the human mind. ” ~ Stephen Hawking
This is the third and final part of the fictional Inhabitants of 402, written on a whim and published in response to the word prompt Haywire from Weekly Prompts the site I share with my partner GC.
A couple of days later, George was waiting at Sally’s door. “Come on Sally, why aren’t you ready, I’ve something to show you!” he exclaimed
“What’s the mad rush, where are we going?” she asked.
“You’ll see,” answered George excitedly.
After pulling on her bobble hat and buttoning up her warm waterproof jacket, Sally followed George as he sprinted down the steps of her building and into the chilly morning air.
Arriving on the corner of his apartment block, George took hold of Sally’s arm and led her towards the garbage bins.
“Do you see it?” he asked as he pointed toward the side of one of the large bins.
Sally peered closely at what appeared to be thick beige slime with a green jelly substance toward the centre. “What is it?”
With a smug expression on his face, George proudly announced “It’s alien larvae! I’ve taken photos of it, and I’ve been collecting other evidence too, come on I’ll show you.”
Leaning against the wall, George showed Sally his photographs, including lots of the woman in the bright green hat.
“I’ve been watching her and the kids, they’ve hatched those alien creatures, and now they’re all living inside 402! If we go around the back of the building, we might be able to see one of them!”
Turning the corner, they walked straight into George’s angry father.
“Come with me, both of you!” he instructed.
Inside George’s apartment, his mother looked nervous, and sitting opposite her was the woman in the bright green hat and the apartment manager.
“Why have you been spying on this family and taking photographs of them?” demanded his father.
George looked at his father with surprise, “Because they’re aliens, and I’ve been gathering evidence!”
“Aliens! George, what are you talking about?”
“That’s what you said the other day, you said the family in 402 were from another world, another planet” answered George.
George’s father looked uncomfortable; he shuffled his feet and cleared his throat before speaking.
“I said they were from the third world! I meant a country that isn’t as developed as ours, these people are immigrants, and they’re still unsure of what is acceptable here!”
“But Dad, they’ve got alien creatures in their apartment!”
“No George, they’ve got chickens, ducks and a couple of dogs, they didn’t know that animals weren’t allowed, they have difficulty reading English.
After apologising to the woman in the bright green hat and again to the apartment manager George and Sally left the room.
George opened the outer door: “Did you see her face Sally, did you see those strange, staring, eyes?”
Before Sally could answer, the pair were stopped dead in their tracks, blocking their exit were the supposedly innocent creatures from 402, the dogs, the chickens and the ducks!
(C) SueW-nansfarm.net 2019 Word Prompt Haywire from Weekly Prompts
Editorial Comment: Many thanks to my daughter Sophie for her animal drawings.