First, an unedited treat.
Rosa
It’s been hours since I’ve had anything to eat. This gray room reminds me too much of the space ship I was in. And, this jerk can’t seem to draw anything right. I shake my head for what must be the hundredth time. “No. You’re not listening to me at all.” I stand, stretching. “Seriously, why am I here if you’re just going to draw whatever you want?”
I look at the mirror that I’m sure is two way. “Either get someone in here who listens to me or let me go home. I thought I was doing the right thing in coming to the authorities, but clearly, this was a waste of time. Your artist has no idea of what he’s doing and can’t draw anything but cartoons.”
“Maybe you don’t know what you saw, young lady.” The artist closes his sketchbook and stands with a huff. “I know what space aliens look like better than your imagination can dream up, I can tell you.”
I watch as he stops out. The door closes behind him, the metallic click of a lock soon after. Trapped again, huh? Both disgusted and exhausted, I sit back down. After resting my elbows on the table and burying my hands in my hair, I tell them, “I want my belongings and an unlocked door, please.”
As much as UFO’s and flying saucers were rumored to be around here, I’d figured a lot more people at White Sands Air Force Base would have believed my story. I’ve told people over and over again what happened in the past several hours. They took my watch while processing me, so I have no idea how long it’s been for sure. All I know was dinner at work last night and my usual glass of water was a while ago.
The door opens again, but I don’t bother to look up at the entrant. “I don’t have a serial number, but my name is Rosa Marie Peretti and my rank of sorts is nurse. Do you need the entire story from the beginning, or can I go home now?”
“Hello, Rosa. I’m Special Agent Jones.”
Curious to see the man with a voice activating all of my man loving interest, I look up at the new guy. He’s tall, slender but muscular under his white shirt and vest, and with a fair complexion that doesn’t seem quite natural. I think he’s way too young to be anything but in high school. “Special Agent Jones, huh?” I rest my hands on the table and try not to be sarcastic but sincere. “Are they letting grammar school children question the insane, now?”
“Hello, Rosa. I’m Special Agent Jones.”
Curious to see the man with a voice activating all of my man loving interest, I look up at the new guy. He’s tall, slender but muscular under his white shirt and vest, and with a fair complexion that doesn’t seem quite natural. I think he’s way too young to be anything but in high school. “Special Agent Jones, huh?” I rest my hands on the table and try not to be sarcastic but sincere. “Are they letting grammar school children question the insane, now?”
“Grammar school?” he asks while taking a chair. His eyes blank out for a second before he nods. “Ah, children. No, I’m probably older than you, I promise.”
“Grammar school?” he asks while taking a chair. His eyes blank out for a second before he nods. “Ah, children. No, I’m probably older than you, I promise.”
Rosa’s abduction is getting one last read through from me before I ship it to the editor’s wise ways. This has been such a fun story to write. I’d intended to write a quick and fun short story about how an Earth woman met a Gharian man in 1952. She’d been abducted by who else but the Vahdmoshi and Special Agent Searn Jones is the only one who seems to believe her. Of course, he does, because he’s really Enforcer NikKrell Searn. Only the short story ended up being sixty to seventy pages so far. My bet is it’ll be closer to eighty by the time I’m done filling in more feels. You bet it’s sexy, scary, and probably rather funny since my sense of humor can’t be constrained.
So, when is this book coming out? As soon as I get it back, I’ll read through and fix one last time before sending it out to all of my newsletter subscribers, new and current.
What’s super exciting about this story is it gave me an idea for another series. I don’t want to say too much about it just yet, because after two more books, I’m starting the Intergalactic Warriors series.
Let me know what you think! All of my social media contacts are there, and my email is authormarajaye@yahoo.com if you want to message me.
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