Flash Fiction

Contact With Our Higher Selves

Passed the days of wars and other silly conflict. People of the Earth remembered those days with sorrow – the days of humanity turning on itself and wiping almost all living beings. At last we are united in caring for our home planet. Only we are not caring for this planet alone.

I paused, standing in the middle of a sun dried field of rye:

“If it wasn’t for these gloves They gave to us, my hands…”

“I n c o m i n g-p a r c e l. P l e a s e,-m i n d-t h e-l a n d i n g-z o n e.” Electronic voice of my phone AI, I like to call Anne, interrupted my peace. I missed the days when I could hear a voice of a real human.

Rapid little streams of cold wind gently enveloped my skin. The sun wouldn’t stop frying up my eyes, as I looked up at two of them like a drunk. Was it getting closer? I couldn’t look any longer as a sudden gust of wind picked up all the sand, dust and rocks into the air. Some crops screeched under the inevitable shadow. Suddenly the wind stopped, and I uncovered my vision.

“They finally came, huh?” I chuckled.

Slowly, I moved my body towards a new to my landscape construction. My eyes didn’t like it – tall, cone shaped structure of a blindingly white spaceship. Despite that, I calmly stood in front of it, burning with excitement and curiosity of a puppy who missed his owner.

For many years now They have been coming to visit my farm, and every time it was landing, sitting there for a day and then going back to where it came from. One of those times they left Anne for me.

“So… Long time, no see…” I mumbled, as the day turned night and started spinning.

I woke up in my bed, with a cold wet towel on my head.

“B o d y-m a l f u n c t i o n. S u n s t r o k e .” Anne explained.

“But…” still struggling to wake up, “How am I here?”

“R e c o r d e d-m e s s a g e… T r a n s l a t i n g…”


“Hello there! Don’t be alarmed, we are They – the intergalactic company working on connecting evolved species with the rest of us. We cleared the radiation on your planet. Now, we come to settle next your house. I hope you are well. We come in peace.”

I ran out despite a killing headache, squinting to examine surroundings. What looked like a human, a creature was walking towards my bungalow through a sea of rye, connecting the towering foreign build with myself via a skinny path. Something was telling me that I was supposed to be here. At last, I’m not alone.


By Jevgenija Zukova

I'm a second year university student doing Accounting and Finance course. I stand together with other female entrepreneurs to bring sensitivity into the business world, fun of art and creativity into local communities, and awareness of highly sensitive people.

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