Tall People… – Part Two

Once I have a thought, I tend to think on it (aka obsess) until it becomes something. This one’s been mulling around since last night…


“Sometimes I wonder if really tall people are just aliens in disguise…” she trailed off in her usual way. It was like Sam to verbalize some strange inner monologue only to get quiet, lost in her thoughts again, with no memory or knowledge of even verbalizing them in the first place.

I looked up from my computer and took a long look at her. She was sitting on the couch, where she was supposed to be doing some work of her own.  Her legs were curled up underneath her; her arm was propped up on the armrest, her hand under her chin, as if to hold her head up for her neck. She was staring blankly at her computer. Clad in her “PJ” (Sam used acronyms and abbreviations whenever possible) pants and an ACDC t-shirt that had to have been at least 15 years old, argyle socks on her feet, no makeup and her auburn hair twisted into a bun on top of her head she would have said she looked “a hot mess”. I thought she looked amazing. Sam had no idea how beautiful she was.

She took a swig of her beer. Sam loved beer; she drank it regularly and could probably out-drink most dudes. But you’d never know it to look at her.  She was a tiny little thing… she had to have the metabolism of a jackrabbit.  I laughed a little, trying to think of what might have led her to that particular thought about tall people and aliens. “What was that, babe?” she asked, shaken from her thoughts by my laughter. I gave her a quizzical look and took a drag of my cigarette. “Tall people and aliens??” I said as I exhaled.  She grinned sheepishly. “Oh, that.  Just a thought I had for a story. Not really sure what got me thinking along those lines, but as a vertically challenged person, I think it could be an interesting concept…” “So what constitutes really tall?” I asked. “I mean, I’m over six feet, would I classify as really tall?” She gave me a real smile at that. Damn she had a beautiful smile. It lit up her whole face. “No, silly, I was thinking like NBA player tall.” “Oh thank goodness,” I replied with mock relief. “I would have hated to have had to take you to our mother ship to lobotomize you if you had discovered our tall people secret.” She smiled her beautiful smile once more, took another sip of beer and turned back to her computer.

I took one last look at her and looked down at my computer myself, where I had been transmitting the latest recon (Sam’s penchant for shortening words was rubbing off on me) data into space. “Shit…” I thought to myself, “that was a close one.”


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