Mix Ups


The light was only slightly bigger than a star.  It caught her attention because it pulsed gently, like those healing crystals they hawk on TV shopping stations.  Blue, yellow, green.  Blue, yellow, green.  It didn’t move.  It just hung in the sky, pulsing, blue, yellow, green.

She stood mesmerized by the pulsing light.  Fear welled up in her belly.  Her knees felt weak.  She wanted to run, but couldn’t.  Her feet wouldn’t move and her face wouldn’t turn away from that abominable light; blue, yellow, green.

It was getting larger.  Instinctively, she knew the light wasn’t moving, she was.  She was getting closer to it.  The fear threatened to suck her down, pull her into darkness.  She fought it.  If she was going to survive with her wits intact, she needed to be awake and thinking.

As it neared, the duration between pulses seemed to get longer.  The colors became more intense.  They hurt her eyes and she tried to use her hands to shield them from burning her retinas.  But her arms wouldn’t move.

One moment, she was outside, moving through the air with no control over her body, the next she was indoors.  Inside there were lots of flashing lights and shiny surfaces.  The light seemed to radiate from everywhere and nowhere.  She felt confusion settling over her mind.

“Welcome,” a deep voice said.  Her eyes found the speaker.  He was short, slender, with blue skin and large green eyes.  At least, she guessed he was male by the sound of his voice.

“What do you want with me?”  She asked, trying to find courage that didn’t seem to exist.  Her throat was dry and the words came out as barely more than a whisper.

“We want Cheetos Mix-Ups,” the creature said.  She stared at him, her mouth falling open, sure she had heard him wrong.

“You want what?”  She found her mouth a little less dry this time.

“We want Cheetos Mix-Ups,” the creature repeated.  “We need you to get them for us.  And a couple cases of Mountain Dew or Pepsi, nothing diet.”

She frowned at him.

“Look, it isn’t like we can walk into a gas station and buy them, so we abducted you so that you could buy them.  We’ve got money.  Once you’ve bought them, we’ll bring you back here, give you back your free will and we’ll all go our separate ways,” he smiled at her.  “Deal?”

©Hadena James 2014

This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living or dead or actual situations is completely coincidental.

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