Dear readers, tonight with me is the chilling leader of an alien race.
She is the Superior Mother, leader of the secretive Women of the Grey. They live amongst us, unknown to humanity.
She is here with her assistant, to answer a few questions.
Tell us a little about where you grew up. What was it like there?
“It is understood among my kind that we do not question our leaders. Answers, my sweet, are earned. I hardly believe you have bothered to earn such information from me.”
With this Superior Mother sits back. There is a sense of cold in the air, almost like the first hint of autumn.
Did you have any favorite toys as a child? Any cherished memories?
Superior Mother learns in, seeming displeased.
“If I had known you were to ask my questions of such insolence I would have prepared myself to be entertained. Our kind does not play. We plan, we build, we watch, and when humans are busy with these toys you speak of, we strike. I do not understand how humans have thrived for so long, with concepts like toys.”
Superior Mother sits back, slowly shaking her head with the occasional tap of a ring on her index finger to the table. Continue reading “Superior Mother (of Women of the Grey: Starburst, by Carol James Marshall)”