Across the Universe Found

A Gaggle of Airheads, A Divorce Party, And A Bright Light Oh My!

I didn't want to go. I thought the whole idea of a divorce party was stupid. I mean, seriously? It was like they were treating it as a re-bacheloretteing party or something. Like I wanted to make a fool of myself wearing that ridiculous tiara and sash?

But my friends meant well. They were just all so happy and relieved I had finally gotten away from the ass who'd wasted so many years of my life. I didn't even have any kids to show for it. He kept putting off the idea and I, like a dumb ass had allowed it. And by the time my own career slowed down enough for me to really notice what was going on, it was too late. But I guess this was better. A clean break, nothing to tie me to that loser. Oh well, forget him, I deserve better!

Not gonna let him get me down tonight! I have margaritas to drink tonight daggumit! And horrible singing to cheer on at that karaoke bar down the street! Well, soon as me and my girls swivel and swing around this gaggle of airheads stumbling and staggering about on the sidewalk that is, all up in our way. Geeze, think they drank a bit too much?! Did they all just turn 21 or what?! How are five girls that look to be no older than 21-25 and no bigger then a size 'Twiggy' managing to take up as much space as ten 'Marilyn' sized people? Or is it just all the loud stumbles?

Either way, somehow just as I swivel and bob, my weave lands me in the middle of the gaggle. One of my friends arches her neck and goes on tiptoe to smirk at me as she says,
"Hey Ashling, you look like a mother hen right about now!"

"Oh freak you, and get me outta this candy scented nightmare!" I grumbled at her playfully. And truly, these girls all smelt of candy. Dunno what made them think guys wanted a girl to reek of things that would bring to mind food rather than romance.

One of the 'candy girls' glares at me drunkenly "Who the hell are you *hic* and what are you doing in our group?!"
"Sorry sweetie, I just got caught up in your gaggle..." I trail off as a beam of light bright as day appears in the sky above us all on the city's block corner.

Everyone on the street suddenly goes quiet. We all stare up in shock as a huge vessel descended into view above the beam of light. It's silence is clue to its advanced technology and unexpected arrival. I begin to shake, how can this be? Stuff like this happens to people who are alone in their beds, or caught alone in a field, or their car on a lonely highway. Not a huge crowded street in a city center! What is happening?!  The light goes from a wide ambient one to a narrowing beam that seems to be searching. We are all frozen in shock, not sure what to make of it. The beam finally settles on the gaggle. Oh no, I'm in the freaking gaggle!! I start to try to push my way out, my friends start yelling for me and reaching towards me. But it's too late. The beam has caught us as we get yanked off the ground.

The gaggle is screaming and clawing at me and each other. I don't bother, screaming won't save us. Nothing will. We get pulled up towards the vessel, I stare down at the street and my friends, tears streaming down my face unbidden... one, just one chance swivel and bob, and my whole life, my whole future... has altered beyond anything I could comprehend. What. the. actual. hell.

We are finally pulled into the actual vessel, an iris type door closes and I hear a hissing noise in the darkness. Then a breeze followed by a sweet smell. Oh great they are gassing us I think in fear, terrified to think of what I will wake to, just as I lose control of my body and slowly tumble to the floor. My consciousness slowly dissolves as the rooms brightens and figures enter the room moving towards us, they seem skinny, I could take'em I think to myself groggily as my mind finally succumbed to the gas.