Aliens Don't Like Men

Date: 2/21/2019

By Fitful

I was single and taking care of a child on my own, a young boy, my brother. He was very young when I got him and was still young, about 2 or 3. He was a little peculiar, maybe developmentally delayed. I was sure. I was exhausted all the time. I didn't do much but I was tired, maybe depressed, maybe sick. Aliens had come and there was a conspiracy they had. I thought it was nonsense when I heard it. They conspired to introduce an act, a bill, a law, to curtail the male population. It was the radical notion anyone could choose ________ about any man. It was like pointing fingers, if you thought it you could make the person disappear. At first people thought it was rediculous, laughed and scoffed at the notion. It was introduced as a rumor, the government will issue this mandate, but it was everywhere. There were stacks of phamplets advertising it. It was a radical, stupid notion, which curtailed freedom, went against everything. But the aliens began to slowly win people to their side. They began by healing death. They brought back a few kids publiclly. Once they crossed back from death they had blonde hair which looked silver metallic one minute then shocking bleached blonde the next. This turned the tide, winning others to their side. My life was pretty simple. I took care of myself and the kid. Once a week he went to my grandparents. I sent him up on a shuttle bus. I didn't want to see my grandfather at all, he gave me the willies, so I never went with him. It was lucky it was country life. I recall using an electric cord to send him up the hill, I sucked on one after taking off the plug in part and it was full of water, if I blew I could send things miles away. But I was worried about something, that radical mandate and the rumor about what the aliens would do. I wandered up the hill towards my grandparents house. I passed a section of the countryside with public outhouse type rentals, you could rent them for an hour and they were for canoodling. I remembered being in one before, but ti think I used it to masturbate, not with a partner. I passed by a sunked area in the ground, where there had been a cave in, or a crashed ship. I saw nothing in the shadows when I passed it and peered down. It was very sunny and bright. Like summer or spring. The grass was dry and bees floated and flowers were everywhere. I made up a daydream about an alien being in the shadows of that crashed ship, in the cave in depths for years. It amused me to be fantastical. I couldn't stand up straight and kept falling. I felt on the grass. It was pokey and I felt I should sit on somewhere Softer but I couldn't walk. I found a purple flower I thought might be an English daisy. I didn't know they came in purple, only pink, so I got excited. But it was a different kind of flower up close. I meandered up farther, meeting a woman, a sherif of a town I'd been in before. I forgot this was near my grandparents house. I asked for directions to cut through the town and the sherif did me one better, she took me there. I found my brother and it was a good thing I was there because a social worker had decided to come. She wanted to interrogate me about my grandfather. How much contact does he have with the boy? She seemed very ill disposed against him and it turned out she was his daughter, an estranged one. I told the truth but I was more concerned about my brother. I asked if he was developing okay, if he was okay. It seemed he didn't know basic things yet, like how to play or corrdinate his hand with his mental commands. I saw a video of another child at the same age playing fine, putting plastic donuts into each other. My brother couldn't do that. But she said he was fine. He was developing normally and then he spoke to her, something profound, and asked her questions. Maybe he read something. She wrote down really positive review s out my parenting, citing our vegan diet as good, and two other things. I'm pretty sure one of them was not seeing my grandfsther very often. There was some concern about the bear. We had a pet bear we had trained and he rode often. It had harnesses and was very gentle and loving with the boy, was intelligent enough to me a service dog actually. It took a minute to convince her it was an okay pet. The bear I think was capaeof speach and human level thought. My friend, a gay guy, called me from home while I was hiding in a parlor room drinking wine. Well I was trying to get it open. He was very scared. The law had shifted. The aliens used some reality warping machine to change what we would and wouldn't allow. Now men all over, boyfriends, friends, were being punished, prosecuted for the least little thing. A single hairsbreath of a mistake and they were taken, aliens were taking them. Everyone was conceived men were scary terrifying. It came to a head in the bathroom. We, me and my little brother and two men were trapped by a spill. It was red and waxy on the floor. If either of the men, one my grandfather the other also family, touched it the aliens would be alerted and they'd disappear for good. Only young boys were safe, considered good like women. My little brother caught on and scooped up the stuff himself, it turned out to look a lot like salmon roe.