ALIENS AMONGST US
(Bus Stories #6)
BY BEATRICE EKWA EKOKO
Bald man’s talking about Aliens from whom we sprung forth, that is, we, the human race. He tells his captive audience of one—already convinced and does not need persuading—that we were created by the Superior Race to be miners; “Slave workers, mining special minerals.”
The audience—White-haired man—nods knowingly: “We are still governed by that race.”
Baldy agrees. “There is another race, a good race that lives in a parallel dimension to us and who come to our aid if we know how to call them right,” he says. He clutches his Sitchin tightly. This is the book that holds all the answers to the demise of the human being; within its precious pages lay words of revelation.
“We don’t deserve to live like we do; in fear of Gods who are non other than these self-interested Aliens, shoving their agenda onto us,” he goes on. “We’ve developed. We can fight back.” His eyes pop, his voice lifts.
“Name’s John Sawyer,” White-haired man formally introduces himself. “Purveyor of used books in Dundas,” he continues. “I have many books that will suit your interest.” He is alert and enlivened and feeling bold. They chat eagerly.
“I get off in a couple of stops,” Baldy tells White-haired. “My friend owns the Crappy Joe,” he explains. “And I help out with the cooking every Tuesday.”
“It’s a good skill to know,” White-haired says.
“Wings are forty-five cents a piece.”
“Every Thursday you say?” White-haired inquires.
“That’s right. You should stop by,” Baldy pulls the bell.
“I’ll do that,” White-haired man nods emphatically. “I’ll come by.”
They shake hands heartedly. Baldy hops off the bus, his book reverently returned to the plastic bag. The bus pulls away.
Beatrice Ekwa Ekoko is a Hamilton based writer. While she has been engaged throughout her life in various forms of writing, she is excited to be venturing into the world of fiction. Beatrice is a regular contributor to thespec.com and ParentsCanada Magazine. Follow her on twitter @BeatriceEkoko.