"After Roswell" - A.H. Roberts (the gingerbread man read aloud txt) 📗
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in one of the rooms. Can I get the key"? Peeking over at Mary. I realize she is staring at me. A feeling most humans have when someone is behind them. I turn to her. Shedding a brief smile. She seems to be having a good time. Interested by the enigma that surrounds me. In a way she is researching me, picking up details. Starting to think thats why she came along with me? Were walking upstairs when more questions blurt out."So were is your room? If you don't mind asking". I feel no worries of telling her the room I dwell in. So I reply."Its on the second floor, down the hall". We get to the second floor. I enter the room with the electrical problem. Near the entrance. I turn on the switch. Nothing happens. A little light penetrates the curtain. So I open it. The outlet had burn the cord. But the old man probably didn't notice it. With nothing on hand to replace the cord. I zap the lamp. Restoring power for the mean time. In the dim darkness of the room. Mary didn't realize the transfer."Well thats fix. Whats next on the list?" With a delightful smile, considering the boring activities, she still looks interested."Maybe we could go to the diner? I'm kind of hungry". She agrees. "That sounds great. I'm little hungry myself". As I'm going downstairs. I wave to the old man before leaving the motel. As were outside. Near my truck. I ask her the bold question." I would like to ask you something. If you don't mind". She stands there. Hair so smooth. Its reflecting the Sun."Are you engaged in a relationship with anybody"? Now I've done it. Its has gotten way too personal. Between two sides of myself. I'm conflicted on which side I should take. One is telling me to recede back. Don't exceed a level of intimacy that supercedes the mission. Stay focus on getting rescued. But its too late for such thinking. I'm overcome with knowing the answer to my question. So without any interjection. She replies."Well I was. But he moved away to attend college". My mind power has been overmatch. Human emotion takes hold with the words spoken. "I'm glad to hear that Mary, glad to hear that". Now the alien that lies inside of this human shell. Usually would not get so personal. But I have this attraction to hermy human feelings can't resist. Her beauty has trapped me. I'm in a state of curiousity. I want to know more about her. Even more than ever. This was not expected on my voyage to Earth. My plans are now off its present course. Still I'm aware of this. But I'm blinded by this one thing. Something I thought could never happen again. Love for another woman.
Chapter 7
"How the years pass by"
Ten years have passed and still no closer to getting off this planet. Forming a relationship with Mary disrupt my chances of a job at the radio station. I decided to stay at the bar and work for her father. At first sight. Thomas didn't approve of the relationship. Thought his daughter could do better. Also I was from out of town. Matter of fact. Way out of town. He didn't know much about me. Now to this day. He still doesn't know much about me. Later, because of my work ethic, he warmed up to the fact I was dating his daughter. Thomas never let Mary too far from eye lengths. It was Thomas's only child. His wife died after Mary was born. So his daughter became his life. Thomas and I became good friends over the years. He take me to private functions. Around his family and friends. We go camping with his buddies. Fish every weekend morning near Lake Cochiti. It was about an half hour from the city. But enjoy the drive with Thomas. Many times he ask me to marry his daughter. I never got around to it. Mary seem not to care I never propose to her. Then of course I had my reasons not to pop the question. All in all we had a great time together. Being in a human relationship made the days go by. I savor every moment we spent together. During that time. It never came to thought on the mission to get rescued. Totally forgetting I was an alien at all. But yet I still mourn the lost of her. Mary died five years ago from a snake bite. Somehow while camping in the valley. A snake got into our tent, biting her foot. She always had a hard time sleeping moving around in the bed. She must have kick it, triggering the snake to bite her. Because we were so far out from the city. She died before I could get her to the hospital. Fortuately how it sounds. She died on the day I arrive here. "Second of July. Was the day she died". Its tune I play. A song in her memory. I dabble with the guitar now and then. A few people I've encounter over the years in this city. Mary died right there in my arms. While driving back to the city. Passing the same signs I seen when first arriving here. In the fields, ten years ago. I saw balloons taking off. It made me remember on how I got here. Brings back a memory of Hank back in Roswell. Reminded me about getting rescued. It drops me back into a state I've forgotten. Even being an alien. I truly will miss Mary. But now I capture eyesight on the mission. Now the light hits me. A flick of the mental switch leads me back on track. I take decide to take another change. Reapply to the radio station as I was going to attempt before. Before I meant Mary and fell in love again. Its now 1957 and the technology has advance from ten years ago. Certainly by this time. They might have more signal strength that could transmit in shorter time? I only hope that is true? Early in the morning I dropped by Thomas's house to hand him the extra set of keys. He gave me keys to the bar and house. Odd he trusted me with the business and his home. Just never trusted me much around Mary. No answer at the door. I'll just leave the keys on the porch were he could find them. Not much time to spare. Trying to get to the station and get a head start on filling out a application. While with Mary. I managed to set myself up with proper documentation. These documents were alternated. So my name could exist on paper and not just by introductions. Driving up the dirt road. I see the anteni ontop of the radio station. Just like before. I park infront of the building. A short path leading to the door.
I'm walking up the path. Brushing off any loose particles on my shirt. Combing my hair. Straighting my tie. In the paper they were looking for a handy man to maintain and repair the equipment. So happens another open of employment. I begin to believe more. Because this luck is with me again. Never leaving my side. In those days with Mary. I took the time to continue my research of everything on these humans. Even learning about there electrical and engineering procedures. It could pay off for me. Using my free time in the study of electrical components. I'm a sure fit for this job. I walk up to the front door ringing the buzzer. Again a familar voice answers the call at the door."Station hours are from twelve till three". I hand him the newspaper clipping."I'm here to apply for the job posted in the paper". He opens the door wider. Showing his face."Oh yes. Were looking for a handy man to maintain the equipment here at the station. Come on in". Once inside. We walk down a hallway. Slowly hearing a voice from the speakers located in the corners. We enter a small room. This sound is from another man behind a surrounding of glass. He is talking into a microphone. Where the sound is seal inside. We are able to hear him through the speakers. We pass the radio broadcast booth when he directs me into his office. Have a seat. My name is Larry Proxton. Head of the radio station and in charge of the hiring". I lean over from my seat to greet him. "Luke McDermont. I've been a listener for some time now". Simple ploy to gurantee me the job. He couldn't hurt by saying so. He doesn't seem to be moved comment."Well you seem to have many references from around the town. It states you did maintence work at the local motel in the city". I reply. "About ten years. My first job since moving here. Also pull some shifts at Tom's Pub". He responds some discontent for the bar."Yea I've drank there a few times. Music and the loud crowd is little unsettling for my preference". With straight consentration on the application. He shifts his eyes to my face."Luke, its pleasure to have you as a employee at ALQ 88.3". I nearly jump from my seat. Its just a overwhelming feeling that all this time. All my efforts. This very building is my conduit to leaving the planet Earth." Thank you Mr. Proxton. Really wanted to expand my resume. A chance at working here is a good way to get my foot out the door". He stares with brief hesitation about the comment I just made. "You mean, foot in the door"? He gets up from behind his desk. "Anyway be here tomorrow. Around eight thirty in the morning. I'll detail you more about the job later". He escorts me out the door, closing it behind me. I'm glad he was fooled on the exhilarated performance I just gave him. About my eagerness to work here. I begin to glance around at all the equipment, getting visual readings on the power they generate. I'm excited about working in the radio station. With access to their broadcasting devices it makes my mission of getting rescued a possibility again. I enjoyed my time with Mary. But could of been rescued by now or at least have transmitted a signal. Now that is out of the way. I get to prepare for my next move. During my time with Mary. Never had a chance to find a place. Usually slept in my room at the motel or slept with Mary in a guest room in Thomas's house. Sad to say the old man that owned the motel died last year. All this time I've known him. I never did get his name or ever wanted to know. Because I did him favors for free board. He included me in his will. The will stated. As long as it remain a motel. I could stay. New owners took over when he died, keeping the motel. They contracted me to make renovations and repairs. My only deal was that I get to live in my room for free. The new owners like the fact of having me around. They were getting a deal out of it. So without knowing much about me, they still agreed to the conditions. In the back of my mind I want to leave this location. Get away from the memories. Away from here will only help me regain my focus, I was so off-tracked from before. Now that everything is going as plan. I think returning back to the homeworld seems like reality once more.
Lately I've seen many military officers handing out brochures. In the brochure it talked about joining the army and traveling to new places. On television, a new invention to humans, a war
Chapter 7
"How the years pass by"
Ten years have passed and still no closer to getting off this planet. Forming a relationship with Mary disrupt my chances of a job at the radio station. I decided to stay at the bar and work for her father. At first sight. Thomas didn't approve of the relationship. Thought his daughter could do better. Also I was from out of town. Matter of fact. Way out of town. He didn't know much about me. Now to this day. He still doesn't know much about me. Later, because of my work ethic, he warmed up to the fact I was dating his daughter. Thomas never let Mary too far from eye lengths. It was Thomas's only child. His wife died after Mary was born. So his daughter became his life. Thomas and I became good friends over the years. He take me to private functions. Around his family and friends. We go camping with his buddies. Fish every weekend morning near Lake Cochiti. It was about an half hour from the city. But enjoy the drive with Thomas. Many times he ask me to marry his daughter. I never got around to it. Mary seem not to care I never propose to her. Then of course I had my reasons not to pop the question. All in all we had a great time together. Being in a human relationship made the days go by. I savor every moment we spent together. During that time. It never came to thought on the mission to get rescued. Totally forgetting I was an alien at all. But yet I still mourn the lost of her. Mary died five years ago from a snake bite. Somehow while camping in the valley. A snake got into our tent, biting her foot. She always had a hard time sleeping moving around in the bed. She must have kick it, triggering the snake to bite her. Because we were so far out from the city. She died before I could get her to the hospital. Fortuately how it sounds. She died on the day I arrive here. "Second of July. Was the day she died". Its tune I play. A song in her memory. I dabble with the guitar now and then. A few people I've encounter over the years in this city. Mary died right there in my arms. While driving back to the city. Passing the same signs I seen when first arriving here. In the fields, ten years ago. I saw balloons taking off. It made me remember on how I got here. Brings back a memory of Hank back in Roswell. Reminded me about getting rescued. It drops me back into a state I've forgotten. Even being an alien. I truly will miss Mary. But now I capture eyesight on the mission. Now the light hits me. A flick of the mental switch leads me back on track. I take decide to take another change. Reapply to the radio station as I was going to attempt before. Before I meant Mary and fell in love again. Its now 1957 and the technology has advance from ten years ago. Certainly by this time. They might have more signal strength that could transmit in shorter time? I only hope that is true? Early in the morning I dropped by Thomas's house to hand him the extra set of keys. He gave me keys to the bar and house. Odd he trusted me with the business and his home. Just never trusted me much around Mary. No answer at the door. I'll just leave the keys on the porch were he could find them. Not much time to spare. Trying to get to the station and get a head start on filling out a application. While with Mary. I managed to set myself up with proper documentation. These documents were alternated. So my name could exist on paper and not just by introductions. Driving up the dirt road. I see the anteni ontop of the radio station. Just like before. I park infront of the building. A short path leading to the door.
I'm walking up the path. Brushing off any loose particles on my shirt. Combing my hair. Straighting my tie. In the paper they were looking for a handy man to maintain and repair the equipment. So happens another open of employment. I begin to believe more. Because this luck is with me again. Never leaving my side. In those days with Mary. I took the time to continue my research of everything on these humans. Even learning about there electrical and engineering procedures. It could pay off for me. Using my free time in the study of electrical components. I'm a sure fit for this job. I walk up to the front door ringing the buzzer. Again a familar voice answers the call at the door."Station hours are from twelve till three". I hand him the newspaper clipping."I'm here to apply for the job posted in the paper". He opens the door wider. Showing his face."Oh yes. Were looking for a handy man to maintain the equipment here at the station. Come on in". Once inside. We walk down a hallway. Slowly hearing a voice from the speakers located in the corners. We enter a small room. This sound is from another man behind a surrounding of glass. He is talking into a microphone. Where the sound is seal inside. We are able to hear him through the speakers. We pass the radio broadcast booth when he directs me into his office. Have a seat. My name is Larry Proxton. Head of the radio station and in charge of the hiring". I lean over from my seat to greet him. "Luke McDermont. I've been a listener for some time now". Simple ploy to gurantee me the job. He couldn't hurt by saying so. He doesn't seem to be moved comment."Well you seem to have many references from around the town. It states you did maintence work at the local motel in the city". I reply. "About ten years. My first job since moving here. Also pull some shifts at Tom's Pub". He responds some discontent for the bar."Yea I've drank there a few times. Music and the loud crowd is little unsettling for my preference". With straight consentration on the application. He shifts his eyes to my face."Luke, its pleasure to have you as a employee at ALQ 88.3". I nearly jump from my seat. Its just a overwhelming feeling that all this time. All my efforts. This very building is my conduit to leaving the planet Earth." Thank you Mr. Proxton. Really wanted to expand my resume. A chance at working here is a good way to get my foot out the door". He stares with brief hesitation about the comment I just made. "You mean, foot in the door"? He gets up from behind his desk. "Anyway be here tomorrow. Around eight thirty in the morning. I'll detail you more about the job later". He escorts me out the door, closing it behind me. I'm glad he was fooled on the exhilarated performance I just gave him. About my eagerness to work here. I begin to glance around at all the equipment, getting visual readings on the power they generate. I'm excited about working in the radio station. With access to their broadcasting devices it makes my mission of getting rescued a possibility again. I enjoyed my time with Mary. But could of been rescued by now or at least have transmitted a signal. Now that is out of the way. I get to prepare for my next move. During my time with Mary. Never had a chance to find a place. Usually slept in my room at the motel or slept with Mary in a guest room in Thomas's house. Sad to say the old man that owned the motel died last year. All this time I've known him. I never did get his name or ever wanted to know. Because I did him favors for free board. He included me in his will. The will stated. As long as it remain a motel. I could stay. New owners took over when he died, keeping the motel. They contracted me to make renovations and repairs. My only deal was that I get to live in my room for free. The new owners like the fact of having me around. They were getting a deal out of it. So without knowing much about me, they still agreed to the conditions. In the back of my mind I want to leave this location. Get away from the memories. Away from here will only help me regain my focus, I was so off-tracked from before. Now that everything is going as plan. I think returning back to the homeworld seems like reality once more.
Lately I've seen many military officers handing out brochures. In the brochure it talked about joining the army and traveling to new places. On television, a new invention to humans, a war
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