Story Time: Misconception

Story Time: Misconception

“I don’t like it here,” she said.
“Why not?” he asked.

“Look out the window.”

“I see endless possibilities.”
“Want to know what I see?” she asked.


“Metal and concrete. Not grass or trees, no meadows or fields. Just one pathetic potted plant on the window ledge,” she complained. “There doesn’t seem to be so much as one blade of grass out there.”

They’d come a long ways in disguise, and it did seem that the metropolitan’s only ecosystem was make of tall buildings.

“You knew it would be different here,” he reminded her. “Why come?”

“You made me.”

He signed. That wasn’t completely true. He had given her the choice to stay home, but they would have been separated for such a long time. Things were so bad at home with the food shortage, she’d insisted on coming for a better life for their children. He’d hoped things would be different once they landed, but things had only gotten worse.

“We should explore the place before we make up our minds,” he said.

“I don’t want to explore this place. I want to go home.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “We’re here. Might as well take a look around.”

“Yes, I’m sure. I don’t like Earth. I want to go home.”

Perhaps it would best to bring her back and return with a different partner. He would return to her with an abundance of food.

He really didn’t want a new partner. He liked her, when she wasn’t complaining.

“You’re just upset because you’re pregnant,” he said. “It’s only for a few more days and you’ll be your old self again.”

“You might be right,” she conceded. “But just because I’m disguised as a human doesn’t mean I am one. I might feel better if I were human and was carrying only one child.” Her bad mood returned. “But I’m insectoid and there are 62 eggs in my pouch.”

He was losing his patience. “We came for the food not the meadows.”

“Where are our children going to play?” she demanded.

“Want to know what I see out there?”


“Inside buildings with windows and in every window are people. I see a pantry full of food.”

She reconsidered what she saw out the window. “I am famished.” She smiled. “You’re right. Order room service. Let’s see who comes up for dinner.”