Trigger Warning

That we were all going to die. Mum told Pryderi that if the Great Oompa-Loompa let him out to buy chocolate again, he just shouldn’t bother coming back. And I was getting really upset about the animals – I hadn’t fed the chinchilla or Roland the guinea pig for two days, because I couldn’t go into the back garden. I couldn’t go anywhere. Except the loo, and then I had to ask.

I suppose because they thought the house was on fire. All the orange light. I mean, it was a natural mistake.

We were glad she hadn’t done that to us. Mum said it proved that Nerys was still in there somewhere, because if she had the power to turn us into goo, like she did the firefighters, she would have done. I said that maybe she just wasn’t powerful enough to turn us into goo at the beginning and now she couldn’t be bothered.

You couldn’t even see a person in there any more. It was a bright orange pulsing light, and sometimes it talked straight into your head.

When the spaceship landed.

I don’t know. I mean, it was bigger than the whole block, but it didn’t crush anything. It sort of materialised around us, so that our whole house was inside it. And the whole street was inside it too.

No. But what else could it have been?

A sort of pale blue. They didn’t pulse, either. They twinkled.

More than six, less than twenty. It’s not that easy to tell if this is the same intelligent blue light you were just speaking to five minutes ago.

Three things. First of all, a promise that Nerys wouldn’t be hurt or harmed. Second, that if they were ever able to return her to the way she was, they’d let us know, and bring her back. Thirdly, a recipe for fluorescent bubble mixture. (I can only assume they were reading Mum’s mind, because she didn’t say anything. It’s possible that Her Immanence told them, though. She definitely had access to some of ‘the Vehicle’s’ memories.) Also, they gave Pryderi a thing like a glass skateboard.

A sort of a liquid sound. Then everything became transparent. I was crying, and so was Mum. And Pryderi said, ‘Cool beans,’ and I started to giggle while crying, and then it was just our house again.

We went out into the back garden and looked up. There was something blinking blue and orange, very high, getting smaller and smaller, and we watched it until it was out of sight.

Because I didn’t want to.

I fed the remaining animals. Roland was in a state. The cats just seemed happy that someone was feeding them again. I don’t know how the chinchilla got out.

Sometimes. I mean, you have to bear in mind that she was the single most irritating person on the planet, even before the whole Her Immanence thing. But yes, I guess so. If I’m honest.

Sitting outside at night, staring up at the sky, wondering what she’s doing now.

He wants his glass skateboard back. He says that it’s his, and the government has no right to keep it. (You are the government, aren’t you?) Mum seems happy to share the patent for the Coloured Bubbles recipe with the government though. The man said that it might be the basis of a whole new branch of molecular something or other. Nobody gave me anything, so I don’t have to worry.

Once, in the back garden, looking up at the night sky. I think it was only an orangeyish star, actually. It could have been Mars, I know they call it the red planet. Although once in a while I think that maybe she’s back to herself again, and dancing, up there, wherever she is, and all the aliens love her pole dancing because they just don’t know any better, and they think it’s a whole new art form, and they don’t even mind that she’s sort of square.

I don’t know. Sitting in the back garden talking to the cats, maybe. Or blowing silly-coloured bubbles.

Until the day that I die.

I attest that this is a true statement of events.

Jemima Glorfindel Petula Ramsey

A Calendar of Tales

January Tale

Whap!

‘Is it always like this?’ The kid seemed disoriented. He was glancing around the room, unfocused. That would get him killed, if he wasn’t careful.

Twelve tapped him on the arm. ‘Nope. Not always. If there’s any trouble, it’ll come from up there.’

He pointed to an attic door, in the ceiling above them. The door was askew, and the darkness waited behind it like an eye.

The kid nodded. Then he said, ‘How long have we got?’

‘Together? Maybe another ten minutes.’

‘One thing I kept asking them at Base, they wouldn’t answer. They said I’d see for myself. Who are they?’

Twelve didn’t answer. Something had changed, ever so slightly, in the darkness of the attic above them. He touched his finger to his lips, then raised his weapon, and indicated for the kid to do likewise.

They came tumbling down from the attic-hole: brick-grey and mould-green, sharp-toothed and fast, so fast. The kid was still fumbling at the trigger when Twelve started shooting, and he took them out, all five of them, before the kid could fire a shot.

He glanced to his left. The kid was shaking.

‘There you go,’ he said.

‘I guess I mean, what are they?’