Aliens aren’t real.
That’s what I’ve been told the last twelve years of my life, anyway. Sure, science found a single-cell life form somewhere in our system, but it can’t even talk back. What good is that? In our vast universe of planets, stars, and galaxies, we are the only intelligent life.
That was, until today.
Today we learned we are no longer alone. The world around me is in mass hysteria as we await our very first, bonafide visit from a space alien! But not me. I’m calm. My dad is one of the head-honchos at the landing site.
Which is why I stand here, crowded in by another half-dozen family members of fellow employees who got by security, too.
A ship lands in the dirt. My heart stops beating.
This is it.
The door opens. Two figures emerge, dressed in white suits with shiny silver helmets. One stops, holds up a hand with only five fingers. It pulls off it’s helmet, reveals a face with two eyes but only one nose. A gasp draws from the crowd.
“Greetings. We come in peace. We are from Earth.”
©Laura L. Zimmerman 2017