THE ALIEN by Marion Twyman

The Alien slowly rose from its stinking pit. What a terrible sight it was. It had tufts of grey hair all over its head and neck, half closed red eyes and its tongue lolled out. It shuffled along with its legs bent so its knuckles almost dragged on the floor. I smiled gallantly and held out a cup of tea as it advanced towards me. It grunted as it took the cup and gulped down the contents. Then it smacked its lips, smiled, straightened up and said “Good morning” as it went into the bathroom where it showered and transformed into my husband.

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