More Than A Friend (Part 2)
After school, I met with my friend.
He didn’t know where to begin.
“Start at the beginning” I said.
“Right off the top of my head.”
He said his dad worked in robotics.
He experienced something that was exotic.
He was captured by a UFO one night.
He was drawn up in a beam out of sight.
Alien beings telepathically talked to him.
They told him just how to begin.
They gave him my electrobioform brain.
The detailed explanation would sound lame.
They told him how to build me.
How to make me grow like a tree.
He would have to help me grow.
Enlarging me as I needed, you know.
I would learn as I grew.
Just like happened to you.
They said only my mother could know.
I would be needed for the final show.
He never told me what this was.
He said I didn’t need to know yet because.
Because it might change how I feel.
It might warp my view as to what was real.
I had a forged birth certificate and history.
Nothing about me was a mystery.
I was their normal biological son.
Now, my dad may be on the run.
He disappeared the other night.
It caused my mother real fright.
“Do you think the aliens have him again?”
“No, we would know that. Let me begin.”
“I am wired to know where he is.”
“That communication is now a fizz.”
“I fear he has been taken by ‘them’.
“Or, maybe, he is only hiding from ‘them’.”
“I need your help to search for my dad.”
“When it is over, you may not be glad.”
“We will start tonight at my home.”
“Plan on spending the night.” He moaned.
What will they find? Where will they go?
Just keep reading. Then you will know.
——————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)