A Flash! Friday effort.
“Whose side are you on?”
Her name was Jennifer. I fell in love with her dimpled smile. The first time she kissed me it felt natural.
Jenny. Brown hair, brown eyes, cut-off jeans, flip-flops, colourful tank tops and oversized button-ups. Sure, she had the antennae, but everyone’s got their flaws. I didn’t judge.
I assumed her parents were loaded because they lived in that gigantic house. I used to stop and look at it through the fence and wonder what kind of movie star would be able to afford it. It was prettier than the White House.
I was right.
One day she said “Marianne, we need to talk,” and I thought she was breaking up with me. Instead, she patted my knee, flicked one of her antennae, and said “I’m an alien.”
Her parents were alien space-drug smugglers. They lived on Earth for the fertile soil.
She looked sad when she told me. I couldn’t see why.
“It’s not your fault your parents are drug dealers. Why would I love you any less?”
It turned out she was more worried about the alien thing but I didn’t care about that either.
We were happily married until the invasion.
Now guess which side I’m on.