A Spy Observing




When the youth had gone, two figures with folded membranous wings emerged from the deep shadows behind the woman. They were gigantically tall and skeletally thin, with bat-like heads that peered down at the woman from between the lower branches of the trees and their naked oily skins reflected the moonlight in iridescent washes like the cuticles of insects.  They watched the retreat of the boy through more senses than mere eyes, following his stumbling progress until he had rejoined the primitives and the alien children by their campfires.

The woman spoke, in a harsh purr, very different from the silken tones she had employed in addressing the youth: 'He is mine now!'