Welcome to weekend writing warriors. Many fine authors, and me, contribute short snippets for your delectation. This is the start of a new work, Illegal Aliens. It is something of a cross between a horror story, a science fiction tale, and a romance.
Roland, an archaeology instructor at Reading University (academic ranks in the UK are different than in the US, he’d be an assistant professor in the land of the free), is on his way to London. He’s on call when something unusual turns up in the works on the new underground. After an interesting conversation on the train, he arrives to find the odd item – a block of Roman Concrete which is covered in inscriptions.
Roland’s dinner continues, with an unusual choice of meal. He has just asked his visitor if she’s hungry. She has just sniffed him and told him he’s the one. Shades of the Matrix? Continuing on things are about to heat up. This week, they (finally) do.
They continued until all the meat, both the small amount in the curry and the two almost raw beef burgers were finished; Roland offered her a chip, “It’s not meat, but man does not live by meat alone.”
“There’s wine … and fish as well,” still, she tried it and pronounced it palatable.
In the process of eating, she slipped her feet from her shoes and ‘played footsie’ – tickling his legs with her feet. Eventually, when the meal was finished, she slipped onto the bench next to him and cuddled up. She chewed, gently, on his ear while encouraging him to place an arm around her shoulders, to pull her tightly against him. She was guiding his other hand to explore parts previously unknown when Paul, the bartender shouted, “Here you two – get a room.”
It sort of broke the mood, but only for the time being, Roland asked, “Do you have a place to stay?”
“I do.”
“You do?”
“With you,” She smiled at him, “Unless?”
My sincere apologies for abusing semi-colons.
This is about as hot as we write.
Bastet (Spelled Bast in hieroglyphs – the et is added to make it distinct when we barbarians pronounce the final ‘t’) is an interesting Goddess. Symbolized by the cat, she specialized in family, dance, and joy. Once you get outside of the major Egyptian gods, the family trees get … complicated. Mostly because the various versions of the legends contradict each other. She’s sometimes the consort of Anubis and sometimes his mother. Her husband is sometimes Ra, sometimes Ptah, and sometimes Ra is her father. As I said, it gets complicated and the authorities disagree with each other. Women would often have a charm of her and attach a kitten to the charm for every child they either had or wanted.
Devotees of the Goddess would bring votive offerings – mummified cats. However, it is interesting that many of these mummies are actually not real cats, but straw and papyrus bundles. Somehow, I think Bastet would approve of the substitution.
I think we can all imagine where this relationship is headed, at least in the short term. Unless, of course, you have some surprises in store for us.
Thank you. There are a few more surprises.
Is he under a spell? I find it odd that he goes along with her overly amorous approach – he didn’t seem like he had that personality in earlier excerpts (more shy professorial)…of course it’s always hard to tell with reading only the snippets! The story is fascinating…
More than a little vitamin A (ethanol) and a touch of testosterone poisoning. Thank you. (Yes she can more or less cast spells – not quite by incantation.)
Of course with him. I love watching her explore and discover her world.
Thank you.
He is under her ‘spell’ for sure. I agree with Veronica that his acceptance of her strange behaviour is at odds with my first impression of him. I love being surprised, so I can’t wait to see what happens next.
Thank you. More than a little gemulichiet in the air.
Too bad she’s so shy. (Not.)
Thank you
Wow, she is very forward! I’m surprised he’s just going along with it.
Thank you.
Very interesting scene. She’s quite forward, isn’t she? Is he under her spell? They’d better get a room quick.
They will, thank you.
Love this! So cute. 🙂
Thank you.