wasn’t bleeding as
badly as she had initially thought, and she now surveyed the creature
that stood before her. “What are you?” she asked.
“I
am Antash,” he replied.
“Is
that your name or where you are from?” she asked, her eyes
bulging with curiosity.
Antash
laughed, and the sound of his voice echoed in Jalicia’s head
and permeated her entire system. It was deep, and hollow, and sounded
like a bass drum, yet she wasn’t frightened of it. Rather, she
was intrigued and fascinated. As was he with the curly haired woman
who had come to rescue him as strange as he may appear to her. The
more he observed her, the more he realized where he was. “No,
that is my name. I am from Solaris,” he told her as he tried to
stand up, but his legs gave way and he collapsed onto the ground once
more. “I reckon this is earth.”
“It
is,” Jalicia said as she tried to help him up. “Can you
walk?” she asked him. “My house is just...” she
began, and then she remembered her father who would probably have
kittens if he saw Antash. “Maybe the barn,” she said more
to herself than to him.
“I
don’t want to be any trouble,” Antash said as he sensed
her anxiety.
“Nonsense.
Where else will you go? Furthermore, you are injured and I can help;
probably the only way I will get to doctor anyone,” she mused.
“In
that case,” he said as he slowly got up again. His face
contorted with pain as he moved, and Jalicia had to place her left
arm around his waist as he rested heavily on her shoulders. He was at
least six feet tall, and average built, but he was ridiculously
heavy. Then, to Jalicia, he seemed to weigh a ton as he threw his
weight on her, and as she looked back at the house, she wondered how
long it would take them to get there.
“I’m
sorry,” he told her. “But you insisted.”
“Sorry
for what? You needed my help,” Jalicia grunted as she shifted
under his weight.
“Sorry
for being an actual burden now. Usually I am more skillful at
walking,” he said and she looked up at him to see the smile she
heard in his voice. His face, framed with the stars above, gave him a
surreal look, and Jalicia felt as if she was in a dream she was about
to wake up from any minute. After all, there were no other beings in
the galaxy, and all the movies about E.T. and Star Wars and Star Trek
were just figments of imagination. Creative genius. Or so she thought
before now. Here she had her own E.T. and she was frightened of it.
He seemed friendly, but she knew nothing about him. But she was going
to find out. Her main problem now was keeping him a secret.
She
smiled back at him as they both limped to the fence separating her
farm from the field. The lights were off in her father’s room,
so she figured he must be asleep. Good. She glanced both ways before
moving more swiftly to deposit him in the barn; her very own secret
alien. Or was she the alien?
She
found a spot next to the last stable in the back where some hay was
stacked. The animal, sensing the presence of something unfamiliar,
began kicking against the wooden partition. Antash jumped back, his
pain temporarily forgotten, as Jalicia pressed him back and went to
open the door. “Nellie, he is a friend,” she said as she
smoothed the animal’s velvety exterior. She signaled to Antash
to come forward so she could introduce them.
“What
is that?” he asked as his brows pulled together.
“This
is a horse, and her name is Nellie,” she told him. “If
she doesn’t get used to you she will keep doing that. Here,”
she told him. She held his trembling hand and used it to touch the
animal. Nellie whinnied and startled him, but Jalicia held his hand
firmly as Nellie calmed down and snorted. And then she was quiet.
“That
really worked?” he asked in surprise as he moved back to his
cot.
“Yeah,
they like to be smothered,” she smiled. “Now, let’s
look at that wound,” she told him as she knelt beside him.
“What happened to you, and