By Lee Jacob
The alien first appeared on the night of her tenth birthday.
No one believed her. Not her friends. Not her teachers. Certainly not her family. Her cries for help were dismissed as the product of an over-active imagination.
Until the night that she stabbed the creature with her brother’s penknife. A moment’s work—just a quick thrust—and the alien ran squealing from her room, clutching its neck.
The next morning she found blood on the bed sheets. Jubilant, she tried to discuss it with her father over breakfast, but he was distant and withdrawn, rubbing the scab on his throat.
Well done. Heavy. I love fiction which paints with echoes, shadows, and perceptions.
Great pace and very dark. I loved it.
Creepy!
Well done.
LOVED this! Very dark. Just the right amount of hint to ‘get it.’
Does not ring quite true with me. A ten year old would know that the “alien” was her father and she would be afraid to discuss the situation with him.
Oooh, I like it!
Well written. Truth told is always good! Thanks for true life honesty!