The Brigadier’s Wife



A body suddenly crashed through a plate glass window at the Brigadier’s house. Startled, everyone turned to see what the commotion was. Luke Danger knelt over the dead girl and checked for a pulse.

“She’s gone,” he somberly announced.

“This can only be the work of Professor Doom,” scowled the Brigadier.

Everyone watched with revulsion as the beautiful dead girl began transforming into a green-skinned, hairless alien. She stood. Long fingers brushed bits of broken glass from her forearms and shoulders.

“Hi guys,” she said, “Sorry about the window, I’m really lost. Does anyone know the way to Borracho Todos? I’m supposed to meet friends there.”

The Brigadier’s wife, Elaine, pointed east, “About three miles that way, I’ll come with you.”

The pair leaped back through the broken glass and ran up the road. Elaine began her transformation, a verdant hue emerging on her skin.

“Perhaps this isn’t Doom’s work after all,” the Brigadier muttered as he watched them disappear into the gloom.

Photo credit to Barbara W. Beacham


17 thoughts on “The Brigadier’s Wife

  1. A lovely tale that tied into last week’s challenge! Well done Thom! I want to know what happens to the two when they get to the vineyards! Thanks for participating in the challenge and I hope that you return again next week! Be well… ^..^

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  2. Ah, yes. The old “alien-through-the-plate-glass-window” routine.

    She might want to be careful about that joint they’re going to. I have it on good authority that some people there might be drunk…

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