You would think we would have been more shook up by the whole ordeal. But the thing is we started doubting that we should be freaked out at all. I mean, so there were these things of shimmering colours floating above us, some purple in skin others resembled small globes of condensed aurora borealis. I saw one floating in my window that time and it had the texture of what I always imagined dragon eggs would look. I mean I think I did, or maybe I heard about it. I’m not sure.
So anyway, my point was that we were all scared, but then we started talking to each other and the mayor said that, you know, there had been so many books and films about making contact, should we really start screaming and flailing when it finally happened? Most agreed, but we did drag into question the fact that he had been seen the other day out with his niece blowing bubbles in the park. So there was that.
After that we started talking to them, like they were that neighbour you’re straining to keep up a relationship with even though you’re pretty sure he borrowed that thingy that time and hasn’t returned it. But since you can’t remember what it was you sorta let it go. Sorta. So we did our how do you dos and your nice weather today. But all they ever really said was a low, almost like a hissing in bass. “Is it?” and in the beginning you would sorta just shrug and walk away. Alien blobs don’t know anything about spring or nice weather anyway, so you just assumed it was a bit confused about the whole ordeal. I mean, we were.
After that everything escalated very quickly. Did we have dinner yesterday? I could have sworn we had pork chops, but even as I looked down on the scraps of food on the leftover plate, I couldn’t be sure. My uncle started taking his medicine in funny ways, 3 tablets after each other and then nothing for days. When I asked him if he was fine he said that he had been to a doctor the other day, or so he thought, he didn’t recall. He died on the morning of the Shimmer Day.
So we were obviously not sure why they came, and after several attempts of communicating the world leaders got together and said that they had organised a sit down with the blobs. Well, I mean they might have thought about it, but once they got together they all sorta just wandered about in front of the camera saying that “uhm and yeah… so…uh, I think there was supposed to be cake”. Someone fired a gun, or atleast someone shouted that a gun had been fired, and the camera stayed on the entire time. Trampeling, fires, chaos, the president sitting in the corner eating cheesecake claiming that he had the situation under control.
When later they retold this story to the press outside, someone said there was a shimmering wall stopping them from going outside, another person said yeah, yeah it must have been. I mean it just had to be the blobs! Or maybe not. But to be certain we decided to nuke everything. It might have been a good idea I suppose.