I don’t know about where you are, but it’s cold here this morning in my neck of the woods. I guess it really is October, eh?
Let’s kick off this first Thursday in the month of October with a science fiction tale. HARLEY AND THE ALIEN is about a time travel mission gone wrong — or right. It all depends on your perspective. Happy reading!
Harley and the Alien
Published by Thunder Valley Press
Copyright 2011 by Annie Reed
Cover Art Copyright Andreiuc88 | Dreamstime.com
Harley was named after the motorcycle her momma won from her daddy in a game of chicken.
Until she was ten, Harley always thought that meant her momma and her daddy shuffle-danced around each other, flapping their arms like they were wings and making bwack-bwa-bwa-bwack! sounds at each other, until her daddy fell down and her momma got to crow out a victory caw. Harley got somewhat disillusioned — and a little terrified, to be honest — when I told her playing chicken meant her momma rode a borrowed motorcycle straight at her daddy while each of them pointed ten foot hollow pipes they’d scavenged from a junk yard at each other, like they were knights riding on horses or something.
Well, the story goes that Harley’s momma knocked her daddy clean off his hog, like to put that metal pipe right through his shoulder, and then muscled his motorcycle up off the pavement and rode on out of town before his boys could catch her.
By then it was too late to undo the lovin’ that would eventually become Harley. Even for a woman as tough as Harley’s momma, being alone with a baby on the way wasn’t easy in those days, so Harley’s momma — Maxine was her name — went home to live with her daddy, Big George.
That’s me. Big George Wannamaker, and I’m an alien.
(read the rest of the story here)