They Live

by joetwo

They live amongst us!

Extraterrestrials!

Aliens,

Creatures from another world!

“Whatever! You tell me, “I knew that! I’ve seen the photos, read the eyewitness statements. I know all about it!”

But think! If the sightings in the country were all there were, it seems an awfully inefficient way of doing things. It sounds like the trainees or interns at work. The pros would a bit more savvy. After all: why spend hours flying around the arsehole of nowhere trying to find some hillbilly to anal-probe when every big city has a nightclub you can go to at three in the morning and you will find someone willing in ten minutes flat, and they’ll even buy you a drink afterwards.

They don’t anal-probe much now. Just for training and old-times-sake, to keep the hand in so to speak. But they’re still around, living in cities. Trying to figure out our alien ways.

Every big city has them I’m told. Dublin has a bunch of them living on Capal Street. If you know Capal Street the only response can be “Of course! Where else?” I’m sure your city has somwhere similar.

They spend most of their time looking, trying to make sense of things. Art’s a big mystery, so is religion. You’re as likely to find them in a gallery as a church.

What really interests them happens at night. On the dancefloors of the world. With music and darkness and drink-dampened inhibitions a curious change happens. Everybody acts as one, moving to the rhythm of the music. It fun, magical, and to our guests, a complete mystery.

So if you’re in a nightclub at three in the morning and you see a strange fellow acting confused. Don’t be alarmed, they’re pondering the mystery, and may be at it sometime.

But word to the wise. If this stranger takes too much of an interest in you, it might be best to make a quiet exit.

Or not! If you prefer.

Who am I to judge?

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Written for Trifecta week one hundred and nine

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