“The carpet…I remember the carpet.” Polly kept her eyes closed. “It surprised me. It was a shag carpet. I didn’t expect it to be a shag carpet. Seemed strange for it to be in such a place.”
“Tell me more about it.” Sergeant Reynolds said.
“It was the color of fresh cranberry juice. You know, that rich, really red color. Almost looks black until you spill it. Then, you see the red of it. All over.”
“What else do you remember?”
“The carpet was incongruous with the surroundings. The carpet was so…” She smiled. “…soft and friendly. Like you could just lie down on it and fall asleep.”
“And the surroundings? What of them?”
A frown creased her eyebrows. “A lot of sharp metal. Silver-like. Glinting. Hard. Unfriendly.”
“Were they weapons?”
She shook her head. “If they were, I didn’t recognize them as such. They were just…gizmos.”
“But they struck you as unfriendly.”
“Too many sharp edges.”
“What else do you remember about them?”
“I couldn’t make sense of them. What they were. How they were meant to be held. How they were meant to be used. None of it made sense to me.”
“Did you touch any of them?”
“I had a strong feeling that it would be unwise to touch them. I don’t know why I had that feeling, but it was there.”
“Did they put that idea in your head?”
“I don’t know, sir. That thought, that feeling, seemed normal enough. Like something I would think. There was nothing foreign about it. Nothing that set my nerves on edge.”
“Would you be willing to go back for further investigations?”
Polly thought about her missing fingers, about the long wound still healing on her back. She opened her eyes and fixed a steady look on the man standing before her. His hair was trimmed in a tight buzz cut. A crisp military uniform covered his well-distributed 286 pounds. He carried his own world of scars on his body — some she had seen, others she had not.
“Well? Are you willing to go back once you’re fully healed?”
She considered the risks of returning to the alien spacecraft. There were many risks. She considered the benefits. There were just a few, but they were all well worth it.
Polly raised her head with pride and determination. “Yes. I will go back.”
April Writing Prompts – Putting My Feet in the Dirt