Thursday, July 3, 2014

Chapter Three - The End?

I dreamed I was with Hubby and he was acting strange.  At some level, I was thinking this wasn't my husband.  What was my first clue?  The nose ring.  It had to be the nose ring.  When I asked how long he'd had it, he said for several months and I interrupted with I guess you've been taking it out every day before you came home, huh?  He sure didn't seem himself. Then it was the strange driving,  not able to stay in the lane, like something was taking over his body. 

Whoa!  Maybe I'm on to something here.  Is this a dream or some strange alien reality? 


Be quiet.  You will wake her.  We need to work quickly.  Let's test the device, that nose jewel we gave to the other one. Good.  She is primed and ready.  When the time comes, she'll know what to do.

As they left this last time, they forgot the most important thing - the cat's treat.  Missing his nom-nom, Oreo Kitty clawed the heck out of the two invaders.   Cat Scratch Fever may make us feel sick but it was a bit more than that for them.  They made it as far as the middle of New Mexico before the entire crew succumb to the illness.  There wasn't much left of them when their ship was found by that group of explorers

We'll never know what Reffie was supposed to do....or will we?

Chapter One

The Visitors (Chapter Two)



 

Friday, June 13, 2014

The Visitors - Chapter 1



It had been a strange month.  The weather got warmer and the weeds grew taller.  Reffie was busy with lawn and garden tasks and going to Spin class.   She told Cat and Evil Twin that she had been feeling odd, like her mind and body were somewhere else.  While mowing, she felt possessed, compelled to make strange crop circles.  The neighbors complained about the hideous yard and the bright lights and strange noises during the night.  Evil Twin smiled, nodded, and patted Reffie on the back for encouragement.

Last night, Reffie felt restless but tried to sleep anyway.....

Chapter 2

Stay tuned for Chapter 3.


Bawahahahaha!




"1.00s, 1.50s, 1.75s for the short arms. If you know what I'm talking about, you're probably old, too."

"Boomer brain fog: What was the last, middle, and first part of what you just said to me?"