Snippets

Winters run

The ice was thick outside and the grey clouds above promised more snow then we were able to handle. It was barely November and we had plummeted into the depths of winter quicker then anything. This world was messed up now, global warming had caused disaster to strike all over the world, humans barely survived. That was when the aliens came.

The world leaders had been approached from one of the millions of alien species that lived in the galaxy. If the leaders accepted them in to their countries then they would in turn help us to survive. It took the end of the world for them to agree and that began the new era.

The year of 5050 AA

I drop the history book in to the fire and watch as the flames eat away at the pages. It would be a perfect source of heat to keep the room warm in this cold weather. I hated our new history. Gone was the story of Florence Nightingale and in her place was Azuria, she did nothing on earth. She killed a band of thieves that had kidnapped the kings son.

Wooptiefuckingdoo. A saviour on her planet but on ours nothing. Why should learn their history? This was earth what made us as today still stood. What was so important knowing what they did really? That didn't help us in anyway.

I walk to the book case and throw another book in to the flames. A sick joy settled in my gut as the pages wither away. The small act of rebellion was nothing major but knowing that I was defying the aliens was worth it.

We wanted earth back.

"Tala!" My mom's voice broke through the quiet of the house.

I give the steel door a stare down. Why did I return home? Oh yeah, the one special occasion that mother would never let me forget in a million years, my sister's wedding. How on earth had my sister let mother dictate to her I wasn't sure. I thought I had taught my sister better then listening to mothers ideas.

I grab my short sleeved jacket off the bed and jab the open button to reveal the hallway.

My stomach rolls at the Orange walls, my mom was too much of an alien liver to do her own walls so she hired an interior decorator. Aliens wouldn't know taste even if it slept with them.

I turn away and head down the stairs to stop at the bottom. Looking in the doorway to the living room, I now know why Mom wants me down. Sitting on the settee were two very large lumps of lard.

Literally.

With bated breath I head in. My dress sense was from the time of pre-aliens. Jeans, ankle boots and a thin strap top. None of these items were cheap to come by and I worshipped my wardrobe for owning them.

"This is my eldest daughter Tala" mom gave a smile that sang don't touch her "Tala, this is Mr and Mrs herring"

"Hello" I smile and take the seat opposite them.

Their beady black eyes look over at me and I watch with satisfaction as the disgust rolls through their eyes as they spot my tattoo. Oh I did love making aliens squirm.

"Tala behave!"

"I haven't done anything"

"Cover that wretched thing up its disgusting"

"What? The fact that I had a tattoo on my wrist of wings?" I stare at my mother. She looks right back.

Try again dear, those days have long gone.

I get up off the settee as my phone rings. I answer the call just as my mom begins to jab on. I hold my hand up to signal her to be quiet as the details fall through.