© A Mixed Bag 2009
[Synthetic Alien Head from the National Space Centre, Leicester, UK]
“Do you think that’s how they really look?” Rose asked, studying the fake head in the display case.
“Some people think so.” Though he’d give the average human an IQ of about, or below, 79. Generously. Mike sighed.
“I thought they were all huge shiny heads with huge silver eyes.”
Both boys looked at her.
“Huge shiny heads,” Peter questioned, eyebrow raised.
Rose shrugged. “It’s on the internet.”
“Well then, it’s true,” Mike snorted, rolling his eyes.
“I bet you don’t even believe in aliens!”
Both boys shook their heads; watched Rose storm away.
“You’re going to pay tonight.” Peter laughed.
“Got to take one for the team sometimes.”
“Better you than me, bro.”
They both looked over to where Rose stood in front of another exhibit.
“You think she knows?” Peter asked.
“No chance, otherwise she’d of argued.”
“True. That is one of her more charming…attributes.”
Mike hit him in the arm, a gesture still baffling and unfamiliar to him. He started over towards her, Peter following.
“Huge shiny eyes,” Peter muttered, laughing to himself.