Alien Romance: Interview with an Alien (Football Paranormal Invasion Abduction Alpha Sci-fi Romance) (Fantasy First New Adult Contact Science Fiction Mystery Sports Alien Short Stories) by Robin Cavanaugh Page B
Authors: Robin Cavanaugh
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heard the flutter of wings they saw no creatures.
They reached a small clearing from where they could see the coast in the mountain shadow. They paused and scanned the idyllic scene below. They could smell the salt air and thought they could hear the surf gently washing the shore.
“So beautiful,” Fred said softly.
Without thinking she found her head resting on his shoulder. She quickly pulled away.
“That’s weird,” he said. “I can almost hear the waves.”
“Mm, hypnotic.”
He was silent a moment. She was about to move on when his hand stopped her.
“Where are the birds?” he asked.
Fred looked up at him, then to the sky and then to the beach. Then they both stared at the two armed soldiers standing stark against the white sands.
*****
They crept down the slope. Like any other soldiers, the men were dressed in camouflage, bristling with packs and gear and carrying nasty looking weapons. On their sleeves Fred could barely make out a rectangular red patch, and they were Asian.
“Who are they,” Scott asked. “And what are they doing here?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care,” Fred said. “And I don’t want to find out. We go this way.”
She led them north along the slope, keeping to the forest. But to their dismay they spotted more soldiers. They seemed to be stationed at intervals. Fred and Scott kept to their trek. The opal was getting warmer against her skin. They reached a place where two more soldiers stood, and the opal nearly flared.
“It’s there,” she whispered. “Somewhere on the beach right there.”
“I wish you hadn’t turned my pistol into a snake,” he said.
She looked at him, looked at the guards, then looked at the others within shouting distance. Scott shrugged.
“I still don’t get what they’re doing here,” he said. “It’s a hunch that they’re not conducting exercises.”
“They’re waiting,” Fred said. “For me. Or someone like me.”
“Why?”
“They must want what we want.”
“Huh? How would they know? And why would they want it?”
“I suppose,” she sighed. “That’s what I need to find out.”
“You’re not thinking of going down there?”
“That is where the pomegranate is,” she said. “And it doesn’t look as though they are going anywhere soon.”
“They’ll cut you to pieces!”
“You keep forgetting--”— “
“I know,” he said, “you’re a witch.”
“Right,” she said with a smile. “Now I need you to be my lifeline.”
She took off the necklace and dropped it around his neck. She explained what he had to do in case there was trouble.
“You’re expecting no trouble?” he asked.
“Suppose not,” she said. “Just, if you hear me shout ‘pineapple’ you go.”
“That your safe-word?”
“Oh shut up.”
She made her way to the edge of the clearing. He thought that he saw the slightest shimmer in the air around her. Fred waited in the foliage until the sun had risen high enough to light the beach. The two soldiers squinted. They spoke a little. One handed the other a candy bar. She took a breath and made her move. She materialized between them.
“ Halu jo-eun sonyeon ,” she said brightly in her best Korean. “ Aleumdaun nai .”
The one fumbled his candy. They both gaped at her. She smiled. They leapt away and leveled their weapons.
“ Jeongii! ” candy man shouted. “ Dangsin-i eodie seo! ”
She raised her hands and gave him a pouty look. The other was speaking rapidly into his radio. The beach came alive as soldiers rushed from both sides. In a moment, Fred was surrounded by twelve men, all pointing their guns at her. More were on their way.
“ Sonyeon, sonyeon ,” she said shaking her head. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you about a circular firing-squad?”
Someone shouted something that she couldn’t understand. When she didn’t move he repeated himself. Someone made a gesture and she understood. She raised her hands to the back of her head. A leader
They reached a small clearing from where they could see the coast in the mountain shadow. They paused and scanned the idyllic scene below. They could smell the salt air and thought they could hear the surf gently washing the shore.
“So beautiful,” Fred said softly.
Without thinking she found her head resting on his shoulder. She quickly pulled away.
“That’s weird,” he said. “I can almost hear the waves.”
“Mm, hypnotic.”
He was silent a moment. She was about to move on when his hand stopped her.
“Where are the birds?” he asked.
Fred looked up at him, then to the sky and then to the beach. Then they both stared at the two armed soldiers standing stark against the white sands.
*****
They crept down the slope. Like any other soldiers, the men were dressed in camouflage, bristling with packs and gear and carrying nasty looking weapons. On their sleeves Fred could barely make out a rectangular red patch, and they were Asian.
“Who are they,” Scott asked. “And what are they doing here?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care,” Fred said. “And I don’t want to find out. We go this way.”
She led them north along the slope, keeping to the forest. But to their dismay they spotted more soldiers. They seemed to be stationed at intervals. Fred and Scott kept to their trek. The opal was getting warmer against her skin. They reached a place where two more soldiers stood, and the opal nearly flared.
“It’s there,” she whispered. “Somewhere on the beach right there.”
“I wish you hadn’t turned my pistol into a snake,” he said.
She looked at him, looked at the guards, then looked at the others within shouting distance. Scott shrugged.
“I still don’t get what they’re doing here,” he said. “It’s a hunch that they’re not conducting exercises.”
“They’re waiting,” Fred said. “For me. Or someone like me.”
“Why?”
“They must want what we want.”
“Huh? How would they know? And why would they want it?”
“I suppose,” she sighed. “That’s what I need to find out.”
“You’re not thinking of going down there?”
“That is where the pomegranate is,” she said. “And it doesn’t look as though they are going anywhere soon.”
“They’ll cut you to pieces!”
“You keep forgetting--”— “
“I know,” he said, “you’re a witch.”
“Right,” she said with a smile. “Now I need you to be my lifeline.”
She took off the necklace and dropped it around his neck. She explained what he had to do in case there was trouble.
“You’re expecting no trouble?” he asked.
“Suppose not,” she said. “Just, if you hear me shout ‘pineapple’ you go.”
“That your safe-word?”
“Oh shut up.”
She made her way to the edge of the clearing. He thought that he saw the slightest shimmer in the air around her. Fred waited in the foliage until the sun had risen high enough to light the beach. The two soldiers squinted. They spoke a little. One handed the other a candy bar. She took a breath and made her move. She materialized between them.
“ Halu jo-eun sonyeon ,” she said brightly in her best Korean. “ Aleumdaun nai .”
The one fumbled his candy. They both gaped at her. She smiled. They leapt away and leveled their weapons.
“ Jeongii! ” candy man shouted. “ Dangsin-i eodie seo! ”
She raised her hands and gave him a pouty look. The other was speaking rapidly into his radio. The beach came alive as soldiers rushed from both sides. In a moment, Fred was surrounded by twelve men, all pointing their guns at her. More were on their way.
“ Sonyeon, sonyeon ,” she said shaking her head. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you about a circular firing-squad?”
Someone shouted something that she couldn’t understand. When she didn’t move he repeated himself. Someone made a gesture and she understood. She raised her hands to the back of her head. A leader
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