We’re cold. Not dressed for a frost. It’s a sunny spring morning. He said we’d be warm enough without coats. Ellie wears a short-sleeved black dress. I’m in jeans and sweater and Robert is ever-elegant in slacks and a striped shirt. God, what some men wouldn’t do to look like Robert.
Robert seems oblivious to my feelings, though that can’t be the case, which makes the whole thing worse. Ellie says he’s a poser. He’s gone to the café for coffee to warm us up. Ellie goes on about people who say it’s warm enough without coats only to find that we should have worn them.
‘Bloody poser,’ Ellie mutters lighting a cigarette, ‘Just because he didn’t want to spoil the line of his smart trousers.’ Her nose twitches at the word ‘smart’.
I smile. Typical Ellie comments. She doesn’t rate him so there is no good in him at all. Ellie has no idea of the Andromeda Syndrome.
There’s a thing to conjure with, the Andromeda Syndrome. Ellie would never consider the possibility. I’m not the most imaginative person, only common sense keeps me sane. I’d never imagined the things I’ve seen in the past two weeks. Since I’ve known Robert. Would I have avoided him had I known? Possibly. But then, I wouldn’t have this story to tell, would I?
We sit drinking hot coffee, Ellie and Robert chatting idly, me lost in my own thoughts, aware Robert can read them any time he wants. That’s part of it, you see. Mind reading comes easily to Andromeda symtolites. That’s what he is, a symtolite. He looks human but he’s not. He’s from Andromeda, in the galaxy beyond the Milky Way, the sultry world of the symtolites.
He smiles, ‘Come with me?’ he says.
Polly Robinson © 2013
English: Great Andromeda Nebula. Public domain photo of from A Selection of Photographs of Stars, Star-clusters and Nebulae, Volume II, The Universal Press, London, 1899. Author (Isaac Roberts) died on 17 July 1904 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
10/02/2013 at 19:42
Nice bit of fiction!
10/02/2013 at 20:28
Thanks Joe
10/02/2013 at 20:01
Well done … reeled me in right from the start. I’d watch out for those stymtolites though …
Happy Sunday, Polly.
10/02/2013 at 20:29
Thanks Jamie ~ symtolites are a tad scary ‘eh?
10/02/2013 at 20:28
Oh I like
(Though I shudder to think that a stymtolite would read my mind – eek!)
10/02/2013 at 20:30
heh-heh … watch out for the symtolites Alex!
10/02/2013 at 21:31
Sounds like the start of a commercial YA supernatural romance – which is no bad thing as it’s all the rage right now! Oh, those “smart” trousers….
10/02/2013 at 21:33
heh-heh … You’ve made me think of Simon Cowell with that comment about the trousers
11/02/2013 at 10:25
No doubt he says “Come with me.” using one of those butter would melt in an ice storm voices…
11/02/2013 at 10:25
Ha! Great description of ‘the voice’
11/02/2013 at 12:38
A little Fiction with my morning tea is welcomed!!
11/02/2013 at 12:39
Glad you welcomed my micro-fiction piece