Tolsty
Bill Jove looked at his wife and daughter through the window. He was making a life for them and he was proud to provide for them. They might’ve been average but to him, they were far above average.
Coming in through the back door, he heard his little girl squeal,”Daddy’s home!” and he hugged her tight when she reached him. His wife looked radiant as she walked over to join the two. He patted her hair playfully and she nudged him gleefully for it. “I just did my hair”, she smiled, taking the little one from his arms.
Her hair was styled beautifully, piled atop her head in one big, beautiful masterpiece. Those brunette tresses of hers were copied onto their daughter and she styled them to; into two, long braids to be exact. In contrast, Bill sported short, blonde hair; he always entertained the idea of dying it to match his loves but realized they wouldn’t want him to ruin his own hair just to please them.
After supper, Bill tuck his girl into bed. She laughed as he told her a story and begged him for an encore to postpone her bedtime but her ruse didn’t work on him. After she sank into her sleep, he went to his wife. She was applying a nightcap to her head, she straightened her nightgown as she saw him. He leaned and kissed her goodnight.
Before bed, Bill walked about the farm to make doubly sure no critters or crooks would have the fortune of entry. With everything locked up tight, he went back inside and readied himself for bed. His wife read a book in bed as he slid into place beside her. Before the lights dimmed out, she kissed him one more time; twice, thrice, and four times they kissed.
When they were done, Bill let his wife release herself and turned off the lamp beside their bed.
Bill had a sweet dream but was awakened from it by a sound. Both and his wife looked up and their thoughts were the same. Their daughter: Clara. They rushed out of their room but as soon as they did, hands grabbed them and forced them down.
The father tried his hardest to get free but the hands that gripped him from behind were strong. He looked to his wife who was hyperventilating beside him, he hated to see her scared. Their captors forced them to their feet and made them walk downstairs. In the living room, their eyes widened to see Clara bound to a chair.
What also met their eyes were the dudes and dudettes that had assembled; their dress and hairstyle were straight out of the fifties and sixties. It was quite a weird sight. A tall, angular ‘humanoid’ lady seemed to be the packs leader. She came over to the two and looked at them intently,”Ah, one male and one female. And one female child. Relay this to the motherland”
”Already did”,said an enforcer with a butch.
”Excellent”, replied the leader.
”My lady”, a second lady humanoid,”Shall I start the alterations?”
”Yes”,was the reply. The humanoid walked over to Clara. Lifting up her arm, she used her fingernail to cut along her extended arm; the skin she freed came down and seemed longer than it looked when it covered her arm. The entire length was long enough to cover up Clara’s torso. The girl couldn’t speak as the humanoid wrapped the skin sheet around her.
Bill threatened to hurt the humanoids if they dare touch his daughter but his threats didn’t seem to affect their moral. He had to watch as the humanoid barber severed his daughter’s braids from her head. It was a tragedy and the girl cried out to her mother to stop these beasts but she nor her man could do anything. The braids were put into a big bag that read ‘samples: human child’, the humanoid put away her shears and grabbed a device. It was a large ring which she secured around the girl’s neck.
Clara sat still fearfully as the humanoid let the ring work its magic. An aura encased the girl’s head, no one knows if she screamed as the process progressed, and when it was done and the aura was gone; Clara’s head and brow was shaved smooth. She was horrified, her parents were horrified.
The humanoid stroked Clara’s bald head and brow to inspect it. She then removed the ring and sheet. Clara’s clothes had changed; her nightgown was gone and replaced by a fifties dress. The humanoid barber freed the girl from the chair and the girl tried to run to her parents but the humanoid quickly grabbed her and gave her to a butch.
Bill protested and tried to free himself again but again, the enforcer held him tight.
”The human female”,ordered the humanoid barber. She tried to resist the strong arms but he made sure she was in the chair and bound before he released her. Bill’s wife begged to be let go but the humanoid barber was not keen on the idea. Bill cried as his wife’s big hair fell to the floor and was swept into the bag labeled. Like her daughter, a big ring surrounded Bill’s wife’s neck. When the aura had faded, her head was like Clara’s and her brows had been wiped away.
Both of Bill’s loves were hauled out of the house as he was the only one left. He looked at the humanoid barber and her master, anger in his eyes,”I take that I’m next? Do your worse!”
The humanoid’s leader gazed at Bill,”We already have a human male blonde hair sample. Drug him”
Before the shock could wear off, Bill woke up in bed in the morning. Seeing his wife not beside him made him realize what happened wasn’t a dream. In denial, he ran about the house, the farm, for any trace of his loves: there weren’t any. He had to accept facts, his family was gone.
No one would believe an alien abduction so he didn’t bother with a thorough investigation; hell, they’ll probably think he killed his wife and child to collect insurance money. So all Bill could do was wait, for anything.
He ate supper at the for forty days and forty nights until something did happen. A knock came to his door, he dreaded the thought of who was at the door but when he peaked out the window, he couldn’t believe his eyes. In his haste, Bill threw open the door and embrace his wife and daughter.
They looked different since he saw them last. Their hair had grown back and were styled into a bouffant hairdos; their eyebrows had been tidied. He expressed what he noticed to them but they seemed crestfallen to hear it.
”What’s wrong?”Bill caressed his wife’s face.
”Darling, we need to talk”,she replied solemnly.
Concerned, Bill took his wife and daughter inside. They all sat around the dinner table and sat in silence. In that silence, Bill looked to his daughter; she was scratching her face and up her sideburn. He then knew what she wanted to tell him.
”You’re wearing a wig, aren’t you?”Bill asked. His wife started to cry as she reached into her hair and pulled the false off her hair,”They shaved me Bill”
”Hey, hey”,he consoled her,”It’ll grow back”
”No it won’t”,she sobbed, rising from her seat and going over to her daughter. Her daughter looked at her, knowing they couldn’t hide anymore. “They rid us of the ability to grow hair”,she said, lifting the wig off her daughter’s head.
”And your eyebrows?”Bill began to sob like them, knowing how much they loved their hair. Surely, the humanoid’s would have granted them one charity. But, Bill’s fantasy was made a mockery when his two loves peeled off the fine bushes from their brow.
”And- and that’s not the worst they did to us”, his wife said. Bill couldn’t fathom the other evils the humanoids did to them. His wife took a breath and composed herself but she said,”I must go back to the motherland. I have vowed that in exchange for our daughter to stay on earth, I will migrate to the home-world of the humanoid’s”.
”But you can’t!”Bill was furious.
Try as he might, she could not stay. The humanoids came and disarmed him as they did before to prevent him from retaining his love. All Bill could do was hold his daughter back as the spaceship disappeared into the night sky.
