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I had a random idea pop into my head one morning (often the case with my writing inspiration). A woman is living on Earth, trying to blend in with humanity, with one tiny difference: She has very pointy ears. Why does she have pointy ears? Because everyone on her home planet has them…
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When I say my courage has been building, it wasn’t quite ready for what happened today.
I began my day like any other Friday morning, meeting in the cafeteria with my colleague and closest human friend, Madeleine Lewitt. She and I were classmates in medical school, although we didn’t really come to know one another very well until entering internship. The three years of combined internship and residency are an intensive and sometimes harrowing introduction to the practice of medicine. Co-residents tend to commiserate and keep each other bolstered, forming bonds that only such a uniquely shared experience can bring. Although we have little contact outside the workplace, Madeleine and I can chat for hours on everything from hair care products to medical board examinations to movies, music, and men.
We were in the midst of our typical chatter, just sitting down to our usual corner table, when I caught a glimpse through the window of a couple having coffee at one of the bistro tables out on the plaza. Madeleine was in the midst of relating her weekend plans, but in that moment I honestly wasn’t paying any attention. My aforementioned courage was abruptly snuffed when my eyes took in the shockingly gorgeous woman sitting across from Eric.
She was slender but very shapely, with long layered dark brown hair and high-arching eyebrows accentuating her bright blue eyes. She wore a form-fitting black sweater and pencil skirt with long, porcelain legs extending down to her black patent heels.
She was like something out of a fashion magazine.
Eric leaned in toward her to whisper something in her ear, and they both broke into raucous laughter, like giddy schoolchildren. It was the most animated I had ever seen him. When she laughed, her red lipstick contrasted perfectly against her brilliant white teeth. I felt an instantaneous jolt of resentment toward her, detesting the way she casually stroked his forearm as she spoke. It was immediately followed by the realization that I was a pathetic fool.
What on Earth had made me think that he was single?
My trance was broken by the sudden gap in Madeleine’s dialogue, as she realized I was lost in thought. I sheepishly apologized for my inattention, but Madeleine knows me well enough to recognize the look of distraction on my face. I stammered in an attempt to fabricate an explanation for the tears welling up in my eyes, grumbling that I had burned my tongue on the hot tea. But my recovery came a moment too late—she had already followed my line of sight and raised her eyebrows in surprise.
“Who knew that Eric Moran has himself a supermodel girlfriend?” After a moment of careful inspection, she turned back toward me with a smirk.
“She’s stunning, isn’t she?” I tried to hide the repulsion in my voice.
“I wonder who does her hair, it’s amazing.” As if I hadn’t already taken notice of that nauseating fact. “Well, I guess it’s no surprise…He is gorgeous,” she said. Without giving it any further thought, she moved on to another subject.
I tried to divert my attention away from the happy couple, forcing myself to focus on the conversation with Madeleine. It was hard to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I couldn’t help but notice as they stood to leave, embracing with a tender hug. He walked beside her, gently guiding her forward with his hand on the small of her back, until they rounded the corner and were out of my view. I was at least relieved that they hadn’t kissed goodbye. My stomach was in such a knot, I surely would have lost my breakfast.