posted on Jan, 15 2009 @ 02:39 AM
Darkness knows no other way than to hide in shadow through the day.
Yet when the sun no more does shine, the dark will rise to claim the light.
"Booze, I have to get some booze."
Searching through her second hand 5 year old, depleted black and torn purse, Gretta Angstrom gave it a shake, "Change, that's all I ever have
anymore, change." Deciding on a stale piece of Wrigley's spirit gum, from the bottom of the bag, Gretta brushed off the tobacco from the stick and
shoved it in her mouth angrily.
With a slight stagger to her steps she heads out the front door of the Roadie Motel that she's called home for the past 15 years as best she can
Pulling her overly stretched out slightly stained black sweater closer to her chest and crossing her arms to fold them close to her armpits , Gretta
looked both ways and crossed the once busy street towards her home away from home, "The Hubcap" an old trucker bar once famous for its location off
of the Old Historic Route 66.
The Hubcap was about as pitiful as the roach motel she lived in and just as modern, back in the 50's that is. Neither had seen a paint brush since
the 40's and it was evident from the cracking and peeling disrepair it would most likely fall to the ground before it ever did.
Gretta didn't care, as a matter of fact it gave her consolation at least that life was just a barrel of laughs and all at her expense.
Her bony and weak legs finally made it to the door of the Hubcap and she rushed in from the cold and took a seat, 'her seat' at the right hand
corner of the bar. Her sagging breasts laid flat against it as if for warmth.
Adjusting to the darkness Gretta squints at the scene which begins to unfold before her now widening eyes. Completely out of character for this
hideaway in the middle of nowhere, a young couple are practically making love in front of the silent jukebox, dancing as if they were deaf and could
feel the music.
" Jimmy, what the hell is going on over there? Can you tell them young perverts to get a motel!"
In a scratchy and deep voice he shakes his head and says "As long as they's paying customers, I dont care if they crap in front of the jukebox."
Taking out the handful of change Gretta orders a bourbon and water no ice. With hand slightly shaking she raises the glass to her thin cold down
The couple begin to separate and walk over to the bar and sit beside Gretta to her left. Straightening her crooked spine and looking disturbed, she
stares straight ahead at the sign above the bar which reads "Tipping is NOT a city in China".
The phone rings and Jimmy walks over and picks up the receiver then turns his back and begins yelling at the person on the other end of the line,
obviously his beaten down wife.
The young couple at this point turn their attention to Gretta and it is the woman who first address's her with a voice so gentle it is barely
"Gretta, my name is Entarah and this is my mate Ohniha. We are here to take you home."
"What!" I'm not ready to go home Enter or what ever your name is, and I'm not into your sick ways either if that's what your hinting at. No sir,
Gretta Angstrom may be a lot of things but a sex weirdo I am not!
"It was then that Ohniha spoke with the same gentle quality and softness to his voice as his mates." Gretta, you do not belong here, this is not
your home. Long ago our ship crashed in the nearby dessert and when the rescue ship arrived there was only room for 2 passengers, you as the ships
Captain decided to remain behind until the next rescue could be arranged."
Gretta's head began to swim and vertigo threatened to choke off her breath. The room began to swirl before her and she passed out.
When she awoke she was floating in a space of non gravity within the center of the ship. Memories began to flood her mind and racing visualizations
came flooding in, she remembered.
Gretta began to laugh almost hysterically and as she reached down to hold her stomach and felt her now firm strong body beneath her hands, young,
healthy and beautiful. With firm high breasts and muscular legs, she took a deep breath and transported herself to the living quarters where her
Husband and Wife were patiently waiting for her recovery.
Standing in the middle of the room they all embraced and held each other close not daring to let go. Gretta finally moved back to look at her beloveds
in the eyes, their beautiful eyes, and asked "How long?" "50 years in earth time."