Free My Cousin, the Alien by Pamela F. Service Page B

back to where he sat, looking pale and happy in the moonlight. I smiled. “The alien lady said teams are out looking for us. If we head down the road, maybe we’ll meet them. But we’d better keep this alien stuff secret. Who would believe it, anyway?”
    It would take me a while to believe it myself.
    The sky beyond the trees was beginning to gray with dawn, but in the woods it was still dark enough for flashlights. It wasn’t long before we saw some weaving toward us. Beams of yellow-white light. Regular Earth flashlights.
    “Mom, Dad, we’re here!” Ethan yelled, running on ahead.
    I followed more slowly. A new world was still arranging itself in my head. This was like a page in a puzzle book, I thought suddenly.
Which cousin is the real alien?
    Laughing, I hurried forward. Neither is, really. We both belong here. True, one of us has a little different background and a different job ahead. But right now, I wanted my family. I wanted to go home.







about the author
    Pamela F. Service has authored more than 20 books in the science fiction, fantasy, and nonfiction genres. After working as a history museum curator for many years in Indiana, she became the director of a museum in Eureka, California, where she lives with her husband and cats. She is also active in community theater, politics, and beach combing.