Strangers are Watching, #RDP, #RRBC

By Pamela Schloesser Canepa, (c) 2022

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The creatures hooked up their all-terrain space vehicle after landing on an airstrip. “Welcoming of them, isn’t it?” Eggbert chuckled. After a short drive They arrived outside of a Lou’s Best Pies diner.

Gawking at them by the door of the restaurant was a propped up skeleton. 👀 “Humans don’t look like that ” Venice commented.

“Well, but they do on the inside, ” Eggbert answered.

“Could they have become a cannibalistic society now? Is that a trophy?” Venice asked.

The sign said, “Prize-winning chicken dinner on special today”. Eggbert suspected Venice was wrong, but didn’t have the true answer. So instead of looking uninformed, he said nothing to debunk Venice’s theory.

“Activating invisibility shield,” he mumbled as a huge truck barreled into the parking lot. It had two skulls and a chain on the front grill. It seems humans now hunted humans for sport.

“Ready for human camouflage?” he asked as Venice gawked at the truck and it’s decorations.

“I guess,” Venice answered.

Soon they were in the restaurant, listening to two young and cocky teens banter back and forth. “Just wait till Halloween, Chad. I will scare the crap out of you.”

“Oh yeah? Well I’ll get you, man. You will just die!”

You will just die? What kind of sport is this?

The two aliens made sure to sit near the young teens. Eggbert had always been told to fit in at any cost, to do ” as the Romans do.” He was perfectly willing, but he wasn’t quite sure about Venice’s sensibilities.

“Are you okay with this, Venice?” he asked.

“Totally,” Venice answered, batting her eyelashes at one of the teens. She quickly shook her head as if to shake It off. “I think their hormones are polluting the air around me. You got to watch out for me Egbert. I mean, I can look out for myself, but if you think I’m starting to act foolish, tell me.”

Eggbert sighed. This had never happened on the job with Venice before, though she had formerly been a birthing creature. Perhaps her insides were trying to motivate her to procreate with a human. Ick, he thought. “Okay. I will.”

“I’ll snap out of it. I will. So, did we disguise our vehicle to look like theirs?”

“Yep. Good thing too. That gray minivan out there is plenty of ugly. Though I did see a miniature skeleton hanging inside of it. The trophies are quite prevalent around here.”

“Well, I think that gives us permission to collect a few of our own,” Venice said with a wink.

“Let’s stick with these guys and see what they’re about,” Egbert suggested. “If you can handle it.”

“Are you kidding? I’m ready to outfit our vehicle with chains and big wheels! Maybe this is how they deal with over-population.”

“Could be.” Eggbert smiled and two tens materialized in his hand as the two young men paid at the cas register. He moved up and got in line between the two , realizing that Venice had chosen to be disguised as a male. Albeit, a male with beautiful eyelashes. Ugh! Distraction was contagious around here!

Venice waited for him at their vehicle, holding two huge pieces of metal with her huge human arms. “These will mold into chains nicely.”

“Ah, yes. Maybe wait until we can get to an abandoned area.”

“That was my plan. I tell you, we’ll show those irritable humans how to play. And there will be trophies!”

Eggbert clapped a hand on Venice’s back as the young men passed them. ” That’s right brother. You’ll be an excellent hunter in no time.”

“Let’s hurry and get our set up before they get out of our range of scent,” Venice whispered.

Thirty minutes later they emerged from a path in the woods with a truck larger than an F-350 with chains on the front grill.

“The secret is aggression, ” Egbert said.

“Of course. We keep ramming them til they roll their vehicle and run out. Then we’ve got ’em!” Venice squealed, excitedly.

“Venice, these humans are really rubbing off on you,”Egbert stated. He smacked Venice’s shoulder in solidarity, revving his engine.

*Posted in response to the Ragtag Community prompt at https://wp.me/p9YcOU-3GW

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Respecting the Flame, #poetry

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Today was my 15th day in the “Soul Coaching” book which gives 28 days of digging deeper and examining our lives with each week representing one of the four elements.

This is Fire Week. As you can tell from Monday’s Flash fiction post, the concept of fire has been present in my thoughts and my life, with its ability to destroy and rebuild things, to give us opportunities to start anew, etc. I, however, have found a need for balance. Still, fire showed up in my life and I said, “Okay. I will survive.” I had to let go of some things I held dear and move on toward newness. As the book says, “face your shadow self,’ and ‘examine your fears.’ I am now aiming to thrive amidst the fires of change and maybe even use them to my benefit.

This has inspired me to write a poem this week:

Respecting the Flame, (c) 2021

Some people never feel the burn

they fear it and won’t let the tables turn.

They won’t even let it smolder long

They feel it will destroy and set things wrong.

True, a fire can diminish all in its wake,

but remember its sharp ability to create–

to make something new of what was before,

to push us forward and knock down stubborn doors.

Fire symbolism turns up in expected places this week! Evening walk.

A Teacher’s Challenge, Dreams interpreted

Dreams deconstructed with the aid of Google: “Dreaming of darkness coming over you signifies failure at work.” That feeling hits me all the time. Never thinking I have done enough. But there was a candle in the darkness.

“To dream that you jump over or break through a wall means you will overcome some tough obstacles and succeed.” I did not break through, but I eased through an opening in the wall and discovered what was behind it. Works for me! Take that, dream interpreter. Just think of how many walls a teacher faces in a day, how many walls s/he helps to build (referencing Pinky Floyd here) or how many can be chiseled away into nothing. So, my dream was one of success, of victory. Why can’t I have hilarious, cartoon-like dreams? Oh, never mind.

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