sky had been bombarded with millions of stars that night. It was
as if God himself had opened his eyes and let out a sigh that
cleared all of the cloud covers, letting man drop his ever ready
and useful telescopes and use his own eye to gaze at the sky.
The moon accompanied the millions of stars as a dame of night,
casting its dim light all over the mountainous landscape and guiding
the lonely and lost sailors far out at sea. But there was one
particular star in the firmament whose inquietude left more to
say. It moved. It moved from left to right in angled lines and
jumped from white dot to white dot, moving forward in space towards
one particular location. Then, the star grew big. It grew big
in size, in brightness and in speed until it finally positioned
itself over one lone and dark mountain. It hovered for several
minutes over it, brightening as it went, until its inhabitant
decided to reveal itself. Slowly, but steadily, the ship lowered
in brightness until it was but a dark mass atop a hill. And it
slowly, but steadily hovered above ground level, silently amidst
the night. It finally settled on a small clearing atop the hill,
several tripods protruding from it and digging themselves deep
in the mud. The ship itself looked like an egg. Out of the lower
side three tripods stuck out. And right in the middle, a small
door-like compartment was opening, releasing light as it went.
A sight as this would have amazed any troubled mind of that era,
even if it meant their imaginations had created it all
even if it meant that they suffered from deeper problems.
all the mystery was over, the man stepped out of the structure.
To any human being he would have looked like any ordinary well
groomed man. He wore a tuxedo, a business suit, very well ironed,
black and rightly adjusted to his strong looking features and
carried a silver briefcase, which he guarded with his life, for
it contained his life. His head was bald. His arms were long and
strong and ended with normal looking smooth hands. The eyes of
this man were yellow and deep. They were a flaring yellow that
captivated and entranced you, and this was the only tattling of
abnormality upon him. He walked down the small ramp that protruded
out of his ship, slowly, his gaze forward and his mind never deviating
from the mission at hand. This place was unlike they had told
him back at his mission headquarters. It was more hostile. Strange
green-looking plants grew from the ground, scarcely, but they
were there. Some grew taller than he was and had small thorns
protruding from them. There were others that seemed to consist
of a hard organic material growing in a bent fashion, out of this
material grew branches and out of these branches grew smallish
said the man lowly, as he saw them, "but very strange leaves."
He realized that he was in some sort of desert.
then was when he heard a distant sound. Like an animal call, it
felt animalistic in nature, but utterly mechanical. A small light
was seen moving towards him and he stared in curiosity, gripping
hard his briefcase, his arms limp to his sides as he saw the vehicle
that was coming, if he was right about what this was
mission would start right there. And the light shone upon him.
* * *
had been driving down the road when she saw the stranger. At first
she had thought him to be a stray drunkard, or a hitchhiker, but
when she saw how he was dressed her curiosity and fear grew big.
She stopped the car, but left the lights on. The keys rattled
nervously as she shoved them out of the keyhole and gripped them.
The man still covered his face, frozen. This was a very strange
man; he reminded her of a scared child. She hadn't gotten out
of the car when she saw the strange diffused building behind him,
too difficult to discern in mid darkness.
plane?" she asked herself. But the building was as strange
as the man. It seemed alien to her, to a 1943-divorced-Earth-woman
who worked at the local diner as a waitress and had two children
of her own to support.
squinted and saw the frozen man's yellow eyes. So she reached
for the small baton beneath her seat and hid it in her other free
hand. She opened the driver's door carefully and slid out of her
car, and she stood silently next to the door.
I help you sir?" she asked loudly amidst the reigning silence
of the night, gripping her baton. The man didn't say anything
to the woman's questioning. She walked towards him. She was curious
to see who this was, this man in the middle of the road, in the
middle of nowhere, and this strange plane behind him. Was he a
pilot? She kept asking herself. There was a war
was he a
downed pilot? Her fear grew bigger. She had heard on the news
that Germany was secretly planning an attack on the United States.
Were those rumors? Or had she seen the truth? Either way she knew
she had to discover this man's intentions.
man still kept his silence, covering his face with his two big
woman crept closer to him, always gripping her baton.
alright. Just tell me who you are."
man did not respond and kept his position. Carla was now standing
next to him, examining him curiously, her headlights still on
and shining on the man's black tuxedo. She then found out that
the man was breathing hard, as if afraid.
be afraid now, I won't hurt you," she said. The man seemed
to have understood her, as he slowly but cautiously lowered his
arms until his face was free to be seen. He had a very pale face;
his skin was paler than the moon that shone upon it. The man was
strange indeed. Then he looked at her straight in the eyes, his
yellow eyes flaring, and she felt a spark. She backed off from
him and he reached out.
come in peace," he said in his low calculated voice, raising
one hand in the air. Carla cocked her head sideways and cast a
curious glance at him.
too, come in peace," she said back. The man cocked his head
too?" he asked, pointing at
the sky. Carla nodded.
we all?" she asked, smiling, and the man replied with a smile,
too, but a very strange smile, almost as if imitating or mocking
her. But she found herself stalling and decided to become the
interrogator once more.
that your plane? Did you crash?" she asked, pointing at the
parked ship. The man nodded.
I landed here," he said.
Kraut. We are at war, you know. How can I trust you?"
man turned around in a full circle, almost as if inspecting himself
for a answer, or calculating one on the fly. His movements seemed
frozen in time and space, almost as if he had just woken up from
a long trip and was
long trip, from out there," he said in
a slow steady tone and stopped, "from where
see," came the reply. Carla shifted in her place. "Well,
there are resorts in town. Maybe I can take you to one?"
man's eyes widened.
he asked in a slow steady tone.
a place to stay for the night, until you have your plane repaired.
Or we can call the National Guard; they may be able to help you.
Call your family?"
explained with certain confusion. This man was certainly not from
around here, she had thought. He may be an immigrant from Mexico,
or Canada, or maybe out at sea.
perfect," he said and the woman nodded. She
walked towards her car's passenger door and opened it for him.
in. I will take you, but don't try anything, for I am armed,"
she warned. The man turned towards his ship and then towards her.
He gripped his briefcase hard.
you," he said and walked towards the car, getting inside
and sitting on the passenger seat like if he was born to do it.
Carla said, got in and started the engine, driving in reverse
and pulling into the road all in one minute, millions of thoughts
going through her mind.
* * *
man who came from the heavens was no ordinary man. He had a plan
set out, a plan of discovery. He was an explorer, after all
His job was none other than unearthing living worlds, or so he
thought. They were worlds that would join the Confederation of
Planets or worlds that he would have to destroy because of their
danger to the allied nations and to the corporation. The encounter
with the earthling was more than just pure luck towards his part;
it was a foot inside their society. But he was worried; he had
never visited a planet with such an advanced culture, not as advanced
as his culture, but near as in terms of thinking. The alien knew
that if they were reluctantas his society was in the ancient
timesto contact with beings from outer space, they would
destroy themselves trying to destroy them. He knew that wars would
ensue, and that his race would have to eliminate the planet, to
conflict. Yes, his race was a peaceful one, yet
also a very egocentric one. They had labeled almost every creature
that joined the galactic confederacy as inferiors. Their whole
agenda revolved around a corporation, one which he knew had gone
bankrupt a long time ago.
stared out the window and saw his ship taking flight, now a small
bright dot moving in the sky. It would lay there in wait for his
command to come yet again. He was now alone in an alien world.
am thankful," he managed to say to the woman behind the wheel.
is nothing. I am a Christian, and it is my duty to help people
in need," she said and stopped in mid sentence. She looked
at him with saddened eyes. "My name is Carla. Nice to meet
you." She shook his hand. She was a fairly middle aged woman
with brown hair and brown eyes, thin but strong looking.
man shook her hand back, weakly.
am" he formulated an Earth name, "Carl."
Carl and Carla, such a coincidence," she said and smiled.
Carl smiled back, but his mind seemed out there
moon and the stars that composed the sky and the small moving
simple bright dot that was his ship.
drove the car, following the straight line that was the dark road.
Her headlights were the only lights available, and Carl wondered,
he wondered his location and his destination.
do you mean where are we? Boy, you really are lost. This is the
middle of nowhere: Middle of Nowhere, Arizona." Carla smiled
at him; he kept a straight look, his yellow eyes glowing dimly
in darkness. And she noticed them.
are you sick?"
was a small moment of silence as she exchanged glances with him
and the road ahead.
no, I am
sick. They really
color. It's your
atmosphere. It makes them shine."
a moment there, he hesitated, as he saw the woman's eyes widen
them shine, I guess. Your," he kept on, feeling
he had won her, "hospitality."
smiled, feeling flattered.
thank you. It's my duty as a Christian, as I said."
brow instantly went up, and he saw her true eyes. They were a
deep blue as the sea he had seen when he had first entered the
atmosphere a few days ago and landed on this desert.
really are lost boy," she said and smiled once more. Her
smile lit up the whole automobile and it made Carl homesick, her
smile reminded him of the constellations that could be seen back
home, but it also reminded him of his
the car stopped, and he saw that they had parked in front of a
big well-lighted building.
is it, the Rattler Hotel," the woman said. Carl kept silent.
was nice meeting you, sir," she said and helped him open
the door, handed him his briefcase, but he kept his seat on the
passenger's seat and wouldn't move.
it's time for you to go," she said, smiling, but Carl wouldn't
I really need to go, have to feed the kids, you know."
alien looked at her in confusion, but then he understood. Her
hospitality was only meant to be a quick ride to the nearest hotel.
sorry. I am sorry. Thank you for
he said and mimicked a smile. She nodded.
pleasure, Carl. Have a nice night." She kept smiling as he
got out of the car and stood by the door. Then he looked at her
once more and admired her terrestrial beauty, swallowed hard with
his dry throat, and managed to wave goodbye, his briefcase firmly
gripped in one pale hand. She sped away as fast as she had materialized
from nowhere and left him there, standing on the porch of a guesthouse
several million light years away from home.
* * *
children greeted her screaming as she walked into the house, two
small boys. She cradled them both in her arms and addressed the
did these little devils behave today?" she asked playfully.
The nanny smiled.
did fine, Carla. Everything's okay."
Well, let's get these spacemen to sleep and break out the"
she had a bottle of vodka in a paper bag; she pointed at it so
the children wouldn't notice and the nanny smiled and nodded.
the children finally fell asleep, both women headed over to the
porch to have a long talk.
needless to say, I told him to leave us and go with her. Seems
that she can keep him happier than me
" the nanny rattled
on. Carla sipped her vodka slowly, reminiscing about earlier events
and earlier lives. When she remembered the man, she thought of
him fiercely, and of his strangeness
of his silent charm.
And she interrupted
met the strangest man today, on the road."
friend looked at her in deep curiosity.
do you mean?"
I met this man
who was standing in the middle of the road.
He was well dressed, kinda like a business man. He was very tall
and bald, and he carried a silver briefcase, which he seemed to
guard with his life. He never let his look away from it. But what
caught my attention were his eyes. They were a deep glowing yellow.
They were really beautiful." She let her sentence fall and
enjoyed her drink. Her friend snickered.
you've got a catch. I mean, well dressed, a businessman, tall,
exotic eyes. He must be from another country. Russian, maybe?"
looked at her with wide open eyes.
Jenny, he wasn't Russian. He was something else, I'm sure of that.
His accent, his accent was monotonous, like in a straight line,
and he had difficulty speaking English"
see a Russian," Jenny interrupted mockingly.
stopped in mid-sentence, sipped at her drink and said, "I
guess so, a Russian. But something else compelled me."
really don't know. He seemed so alone," she gulped, looked
down, "and his plane
at first I thought him to be a
downed pilot, but so well dressed, inside an airplane?"
pilot, eh? Great catch, Carla," her friend said, chuckling,
"and what is his name?"
immediately burst out laughing.
kidding me! Carl? How so?"
name is Carl, Jenny. I don't find anything strange in that."
like Carl and Carla. What are those? Anagrams, they called them
back in school?"
what happened between both of you then?" Jenny asked.
actually, nothing. I mean, I found him and offered him a ride
to the Rattler. But he seemed so lost here." Carla spoke
worriedly about the man and Jenny caught this.
Carla, you meet the perfect man on the middle of nowhere, and
he slips away from your grasp. Are you going mad? Weren't you
the one that said men were good for nothing potatoes?"
all of them, Jenny." She sipped her vodka. "Not all
of them. At least this one, he seemed peculiar, that's all. I
just hope he's alright." She finished and Jenny chuckled
and started her interrupted topic once more.
I was saying"
* * *
innkeeper thought the man to be mad, standing at the side of the
road this late at night. He had been there for two hours already,
and the innkeeper was starting to wonder if this man was actually
interested in renting a room or was just another roadside bum.
So he put on his slippers and jacket and headed out the front
door into the coldness of the night to confront the man.
Sir!" the innkeeper shouted. The man slowly turned around
and faced him. The innkeeper saw that this was a well-dressed
man; he carried a briefcase in one hand and had a pale composure.
The man just stared blankly at him and raised his free hand in
um, sir," the innkeeper said, managing a broad smile. The
mysterious man, though, kept a straight pale face. It was then
that the innkeeper noticed the man's eyes.
eyes, sir... They are yellowish."
yes they are." The man spoke in a very monotonous tone.
sir, can I ask what you are doing here? You've been standing here
for two hours straight and we are wondering at the inn if you
are going to stay with us or are just passing by
be happy to offer a room at a comforting price."
man walked in a full circle where he stood looking around.
do I get to see her again?"
female from your species, the one that
the man asked, his voice taking a strange melancholic tone.
innkeeper scratched his bald head. He was confused, but he thought
the man meant the lady that had brought him there in the first
asks?" he asked.
the man replied.
Just Carl, sir, no last names."
I'll be damned. I know who you're talking about. The question
is if she wants to talk to you. Come on in and we'll call Mrs.
* * *
old phone rang not once, but twice and it was at her bedside so
she woke up startled and quickly reached for the transmitter and
heard the faint crackling.
she asked groggily.
Devine? We are calling from the Rattler. Mrs. we are sorry to
be calling this late
but we seem to have run into a man
that is looking for you."
sleep grogginess went away rapidly and she sat on her bed.
Carl, yes, yes. Well, yeah, I'll go pick him up." She hung
up the transmitter and kept still for a minute.
what did the man want? She picked up the transmitter once more
and dialed Jenny's phone number. The phone rang once on the other
line and was picked up.
um, I need you to come over. Something has happened. It's the
man I met, Carl."
What about him?"
looking for me. Maybe he left something in my car. I don't know,
but I will go and see what he wants." She whispered so the
kids wouldn't hear.
careful, Carla. I'll be right there."
* * *
had manifested himself before the innkeeper. The innkeeper wouldn't
accept the notion for Carl looked too human. He looked feebleminded,
but too human nevertheless.
you are saying you're not from this planet?" the innkeeper
said while sipping his cup of coffee nervously. Outside the night
had become cool, as all the desert nights were.
Carl replied, his cup of coffee untouched and his face showing
no emotion at all, "I am from a small planet that orbits
a star such as yours in the Andromeda Quadrant. It is one hundred
million light years away and it would take one of your automobiles
billions of years to reach it
not to mention the calculations
required for the combustible needed in your automobiles to actually
It would take several million years to calculate
at the rate of your technology"
bleeding mad is what he is." The voice that interrupted him
was strong and imperative. It had an Irish accent; it belonged
to Martha, the innkeeper's wife. The innkeeper wiped the sweat
from his brow and raised a hand to shush her.
he is. He's talking about other planets and crap like that. Men
will never go to the moon, so I don't follow the notion of them
going to another world. Pure antichristian fantasy, I say,"
the woman said, angered, standing in the frame of the main doorway,
watching the conversation while keeping an eye for Carla's car.
forgive my wife. She is bleeding mad, I say, has been ever since
the day we married. Now tell me, how come you speak so perfect
am quick learner."
the innkeeper chuckled and looked at Martha, who stuck her tongue
out at him, "aren't we all?" he finished sarcastically.
It had been many the times when he had regretted marrying the
I am sorry to say, sir, but I don't believe any of your testimonies,
me being a Christian and all." He paused, looked around nervously,
sipped a bit of his coffee. "Well, you understand."
nodded and moved his briefcase from where it sat on his lap, and
placed it between his spindly long legs.
innkeeper noticed this.
sir, what's in the briefcase?" He pointed at the silver piece
of luggage. It shone brightly under the lone electric lamp of
the lobby. Carl formulated a small smile.
confidential. Details of my mission and such."
see. I am sorry then." The fat man offered a confused apology.
The alien smiled and said, "No problem." Then the innkeeper's
wife started beckoning them.
could all see how the headlights shone into the lobby of the small
stood up and handled his briefcase in one hand.
take my leave now. Farewell," he said, bowing. The innkeeper
offered a hand and the alien didn't hesitate to shake it weakly.
Then the alien proceeded and nodded at the innkeeper's wife as
he went out. Martha's eyes widened in surprise as the alien did
this. She had seen his glowing eyes for the first time and now
followed them all the way to the door of the car. The door was
opened for him, and he stepped into the automobile with great
the car was nowhere to be seen, the innkeeper walked over towards
Martha, who still stood near the doorway, staring out into nothingness.
think what he said was real?"
don't know, Martha."
so well-dressed? He must be a stray businessman, I say that."
She kept asking, her voice now wandering over the calm darkness
of the desert.
innkeeper stood silent for a moment and finally said, "I
don't know, Martha. I fear I don't know anything more than that
I have to wake up early tomorrow to feed the chickens."
those flaring yellow eyes." She whispered in amazement.
strange, yes," the innkeeper agreed and yawned. "I must
go to sleep. Come with me when you're ready, might do a little
surprise if you're willing." He winked playfully, but her
gaze was out there: with the stars, and the man on the road. With
the innkeeper' leaving, Martha closed the front door and locked
it with a hidden inner fear of the unknown. Strange things did
happen in the desert after all.
* * *
feared to ask the man what he wanted, and he feared herself even
more for taking the wild decision of going after him. But she
overwhelmed that fear and stopped the car near the edge of the
road, keeping in mind that that would leave her vulnerable to
him. Though her consciousness said that she could trust him
she still feared. Even if this was the same well-dressed individual
that had allured her a few hours ago.
did you call to my house?" she asked. The man looked at her
from the darkness, flaring with his yellow eyes.
wanted to say thanks," he replied. The woman nodded.
I just did what I had to do. You were supposed
to stay there at the Rattler and call your family"
don't have a family, not here," the man interrupted, his
voice as neutral as before, almost soothing.
are they, then? So we can contact them."
are far away."
then realized the man was really foreign, and she feared that
by offering her help she would get into trouble with the law for
taking in a migrant.
her religious side took over.
can help. You can stay at my home. I have an extra bedroom you
can use. It's not much, but it will help you till tomorrow."
man just nodded and gripped his briefcase. Carla saw this. "What
is in that briefcase?" she asked. The man kept silent.
I see. I am sorry, but I have to ask. I don't want anything dangerous
inside my home. I have children."
man suddenly grabbed her hand, first forcefully, then softly and
tenderly. Carla tried to back off but then succumbed.
me. I am not dangerous."
let go of her hand and she put it back on the wheel.
trust you. I don't know, but I do. I will help you. Let's go,"
she said and started to drive once more, following the
road, the dry darkness of the desert at her side.
* * *
his arrival, the alien had seen how lives ended. He had seen with
his own yellow eyes how marriages came to an end because of monetary
problems, and he had seen how children started to hate their fathers
when they stop being their heroes and succumb to drugs and alcohol.
This, he had all seen. From this, he had run away. And because
of this he accepted the mission to Earth.
smiled at him when they arrived at the front of her house. The
alien smiled back, mimicking her emotion and almost feeling it.
He knew that if in that home more of her species had gathered,
he would receive crooked looks his way. So he prepared.
this is my home. I left Jenny with the kids, so maybe you'll get
to meet her."
he said, "perfect."
both dismounted from the car and headed for the front door, the
alien walking at a steady pace behind her, and Carla instantly
rapping on the door. A young woman opened and the first thing
she did was stare at Carl.
that him?" she asked curiously, her eyes widened in surprise.
it is, now let us come in." Carl entered and Carl followed.
"Are the kids asleep?"
smallish babies are," the young woman replied, her gaze never
deviating from the man.
I owe you many thanks, Jenny," Carla said. "Ah, well,
this is Carl. Carl, this is Jenny."
extended her small hand to shake Carl's. Carl took it and squeezed
has yellow eyes," Jenny said. Carl nodded.
he said, "I have."
winked at Jenny.
Jenny and I have to talk, Carl. Will you please wait in the living
* * *
seems nice enough," Jenny said. Carla looked into the living
room, where he sat, and saw him there
is, but I wonder, Jenny. I wonder why he's so
women stood chatting in the kitchen, while the man sat in the
only sofa in the small living room
his briefcase as if it were the only thing left to him in the
wonder what he's hiding in that thing," one of the women
wondered, referring to the man's briefcasethat he guarded
with great securityand the other nodded.
just wonder what a well-dressed business man is doing in the middle
of nowhere," Carla wondered. Her friend patted her shoulder.
heard these stories of men that go bankrupt in the city. Las Vegas,
perhaps. They waste all of their money away and wander aimlessly
into the desert. Imagine that, with the war and all, the stock
market crashes constantly, or so I read in the paper," Jenny
whispered to her, keeping a look for the man, but the man was
lost in God knows that thinking and it was improbable that he
had heard her.
that is what happened to him?"
doubt it; I still cling to the idea of him being a man from outer
people have seen them, you know."
guess so. I will ask him."
nodded. Carl smiled eagerly.
better go, it's getting late."
* * *
Jenny left, Carla showed Carl to his room. It was a very small
room, with one bed, a small mirror and one small bed table. It
was perfect for a single person and was very far away from hers.
will be your room for the night, Carl," she said. Carl nodded.
He gripped his briefcase and set it on the bed, turning towards
Carla, as if beckoning her to leave. Carla felt the deep urge
to question him, but she also felt fear. That fear was replaced
are you exactly, Carl? I don't believe anything you say. Just
tell me, please," she found herself asking, very sharply.
Carl watched silently, a serious stare. She confronted him. "I
don't believe you are a pilot, and I certainly don't believe you
are a politician, but I don't believe you are a bum, either. So
come clear, or leave my house."
lowered his head and sighed.
I've come to Earth on a mission," he said, but Carla burst
out in laughter.
tell me Jenny was right?! You are a loon! Jesus, what the hell
am I doing with a maniac in my house?!"
Carla, please. It is the truth; I am not from this planet. I am
from a small"
know what? I don't give a fuck. You sleep here tonight and get
the fuck out of here tomorrow. Alien crap and shit"
she said, clearly angered at him. Carl lowered his head and managed
to sit on the bed, then flared his yellow eyes at her, two orbs
glowing in the dim of the night.
am not from here, Carla. My race wants me to be an ambassador
for your species. We will welcome your race into our collective
of planets. We are one hundred million light years away from you,
from your planet. We are willing to make friends, as you are my
friend now." The yellow-golden eyes flared dangerously.
stared at them as if in some sort of trance before snapping out
of it and stomping out of the room madly. And Carl the Alien was
* * *
was very rare for his species to dream. But that night he did.
He dreamt of his past life. He dreamt of Carl Veladucci, and how
he had once been a tycoon. He dreamt of how once Carl Veladucci
had won millions of dollars in stocks and how he had a family,
a beautiful family. He dreamt of how Carl Veladucci was the hero
of his children, the apple of their eyes. He dreamt of his wife,
and taking long strolls with her back in Chicago. Then the nightmares
started. He dreamt how Carl Veladucci lost everything, how Carl
Veladucci divorced the woman of his life, how Carl Veladucci succumbed
to drugs and alcohol and how Carl Veladucci's children hated him
how his children hated him, he remembered that in pain. And in
between dreams Carl cried, he cried to end his suffering once
and for all. He dreamt of how he had wandered into the desertaway
from civilizationand had hidden inside an old mill, proclaiming
it his spaceship and inventing a special mission, even imagining
his arrivalas splendorous as the next king or queen'sHe
remembered how much he had cried, that his eyes had burned and
turned from a light hazel into a crimson glowing gold that scared
and captivated the fortunate that dared to look him in the eye.
And he dreamt how Carl Veladucci had lost his mind, and had become
and alien inside of his own world. Reality struck and he woke
up from his unnerving dream, panting and sweating inside his worn
out suit. He was no more alien, but a man. He looked around and
slowly remembered where he was and where he had been several nights
before, and he saw the ropes that lay near the bedmaybe
they kept them there to tie things up when they never seemed to
stay tied, or maybe they kept them there as an invitation for
men like him, with nothing to lose
for everything had been
losthe reached for them and walked towards the edge of the
open window, staring out into the blankness of the dark desert.
He saw the long spans of desert that he had wandered for days,
the points where he had fallen down to cry for his misfortune
and what was on his damned briefcase. Making a small noose, he
placed it around his neck and tied the other end to the window
am not an alien, I am human. But I suffer. Please, God, help me.
Don't let me end my life," he pleaded, tears running down
his face and waited, but as always, there was no answer. Deep
inside he knew he shouldn't be asking for that. Deep inside he
knew this was not the way for an alien from outer space to end
things. But either way, he did.
* * *
next morning Carla went into the room and saw the open window,
the long rope tied to the window frame, and the suitcase lying
on the bed. Carl was nowhere to be seen. She went inside slowly,
in amazement and fear. Curiosity led her towards the suitcase.
She grabbed it. Would she find an alien artifact? Would she find
thousands of dollars inside? Would she find the remnants of the
life of a man who once had it all, and lost it? Would she find
flicked up the two small levers and slowly opened the case and
were stock reports. This man was a stock tycoonor had been,
as the stock reports were all tainted in red ink. The red ink
meant that the stocks had depressed dangerously to the negatives.
There were also several papers with tax reports circled in long
dried reddish ink and a passport. This was Carl's passport. He
was Carl Veladucci, a businessman, with residence in Chicago.
And Carla realized he had traveled all the way to Arizona from
Chicago, and maybe wandered out of madness into the desert, seeking
peace and God knows what.
lost it all," she whispered. Then she saw the pictures. They
were pictures of a woman and two children, and himself in the
middle of things, a wide smile upon his face. This was Carl, the
one who everyone thought to be an alien from outer space was as
human as the next man, and suffered from the same problems as
the next man.
with it, he lost them." His failure had taken away all he
had left, his wife and children. She wondered for several seconds
about what had happened to family values those times and suddenly
let the briefcase fall to the ground when she saw that the rope
was dangling and swaying in the wind, and she walked slowly towards
the edge of the window expecting the worse.
saw him. He had died peacefully at the end of a well tied noose,
the man from outer space. The day was as bright and as sunny,
and dry as any other day in the desert, contrasting against the
grisly scene. Her mouth was gaping open, and tears started running
down her cheeks. She was a Christian, and she had witnessed an
abomination, but she felt sorry. She feltas everyone wouldsorry
for the man on the road
the man who was not a man, but still
a man inside.