How I Met an Alien Girl

By Petr Mandik

When you start something with an alien girl, you soon understand that partner problems can take on completely unexpected forms. Especially when monsters you never knew existed in the universe start chasing you.

The main heroine of Petr Mandik's new sci-fi is an alien girl you wouldn't believe wasn't born on Earth. Although, maybe you would believe it after all, at a moment when you can find no other explanation for the strange events happening around you. But what is the real reason for her journey to Earth? And why did she decide to pick up an Earth-man?

Petr Mandik is a journalist, author of several science fiction and fantasy books and co-author of a number of adventure games for mobile phones, tablets and computers. Petr lives in Prague, Czech Republic, and his other passion, besides writing, is traveling.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Petr Mandik
• Release date: Jul 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005363093

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HOW I MET AN ALIEN GIRL

by

Petr Mandik

SMASHWORDS EDITION

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Copyright © 2021 by Petr Mandik, Bispiral, s.r.o.

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

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In addition to this book, Petr Mandik is also the author of the science fiction book Don't Freeze Me Again, and Reformatory for Witches, a fantasy based in a world of magic. You can find the first chapters of both of these novels at the end of this eBook.

Petr has also contributed to a number of adventure games for PC and smartphone, such as The Island of 16 Sisters, Galactic Police, Space Treasure Hunters, and Alice: Reformatory for Witches. He lives and works in Prague, Czech Republic.

Unlike Reformatory for Witches, which is also suitable for children, How I met an alien girl is recommended for adults only.

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HOW I MET AN ALIEN GIRL

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Chapter 1

I'll never forget our first encounter. It is burned in my memory second by second, including the moment when a red warning light flashed briefly and timidly somewhere in the back of my brain.

If my brain was worth anything, the light wouldn't have flashed briefly and timidly, but would have shone like a beacon, and a big red sign would have flashed in front of my eyes saying: Stop!

Unfortunately, my brain obviously is not worth anything, which I hate to admit.

Coincidentally, our first meeting took place on a Tuesday night. Or, to be more precise, it was early Wednesday morning, on a dimly lit street inhabited at that moment mostly by representatives of the world's oldest profession.

I realize you might not believe me, but I just happened to be passing by. I remember it as clearly, as if it was happening right now...

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I’m trying to walk as fast as I can, looking at the ground the whole way and sending a clear signal to all the girls around me that I’m not here to shop. Every now and then, out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of a provocatively dressed female body or overhear some offer of service, but I don’t consider it.

I’m almost all the way down the street of love when a pleasant female voice comes from the shadows next to me. Good evening.

I flinch, and I’m definitely a little scared. I don't know if it’s just that she pulled me out of my thoughts, or if it is the tone of her voice. Maybe it’s the simple fact that she has blocked my path.

I raise my head and see her for the first time.

Good evening, she repeats. Sorry, I'm lost here, she adds, smiling shyly—or so it seems to me. Then she licks her lips lightly with the tip of her tongue. It’s at this very moment that the warning light flashes in my head. It is just a fraction of second; a flash, and then darkness again.

You could knock me down with a feather and I won’t even dare to guess how I must be staring at her in this moment.

I think it would have surprised me even if I hadn't just left the pub having drunk exactly one beer more than my safe amount. But it could have been that one extra pint that has caused me to stand here now, unable to come up with any meaningful reaction.

I'd like to say that the question flashes through my mind as to whether this girl is a stranger I should be helping, or just a subtle hooker who has decided to pull some cunning trick of her own on me. But to tell the truth, that question certainly does not flash through my mind. Let's just admit that it walks through it. Or—to be perfectly honest—staggers through it.

After another moment of silent observation, I conclude that she is more of a lost tourist after all.

Good evening. I finally hear my own voice. Can I help you? I add immediately afterwards. At least I hope it was immediately, I'm certainly not sure.

If this girl really needs help—maybe she'd like to know how to get to Na Porici Street, or to anywhere else her hotel might be located—then maybe I can do something for her. I have a pretty clear idea of where Na Porici Street is, even in this early morning hour and in this condition.

I'm completely lost.

I wonder if I should point out to her that she's said that before.

Looking for your hotel? Do you need to get somewhere? I try to make sense of the situation. I'm getting a little cold and would like to be on my own.

She gives me a long look, and I catch my first glimpse of her beautiful big brown eyes. I feel a strange chill run down my back.

I don't know, she replies.

What can I possibly say to that?

Do you have any money with you? I finally ask her, and immediately burst into laughter, unable to stop myself. It occurs to me that if she is a prostitute, this question—at this point—would be a perfect role reversal.

The lost girl looks at me, uncomprehending, and then says Yes, several times in a clear voice.

And do you have a hotel booked?

No.

She looks genuinely lost to me, but that's certainly not any justifiable reason to invite her to my house. Although, of course, I could find one or two such reasons. But I quickly dismiss it as an utterly stupid idea. Sure, she is beautiful, young, she does the tongue thing, and maybe she really is just a lost tourist… but maybe not.

I'll take you to a hotel, I assure her generously.

She just says, Thank you, and licks her lips.

I hesitate again for a moment, but then lead her in a direction that I believe will get us to a hotel as quickly as possible.

Where are you from? I ask when the silence gets so awkward that even I can tell she is uncomfortable.

From afar, she replies after a brief hesitation.

I see. I won't extract it from her if she won't talk herself.

In truth, I don’t even particularly care. If I had any idea at this point what she means by the phrase from afar, I might be more curious.

We walk a few dozen yards again, cutting our way down one darker alley, and I watch her reaction closely.

She shows not a shadow of concern.

I find it strange. She pretended to be lost in a strange city, is walking with someone she doesn’t know, and such a place doesn’t make her the least bit nervous? Maybe she is just hiding it cleverly. Or she’s a black belt in judo, of course.

Are you here on vacation? I think of another conversational question after a long period of silence. I'm not normally very verbose, and I hate small talk with all of my heart. Also because I usually have a hard time coming up with something to say.

Yes, I'm here on vacation. She smiles. It's very nice here.

Um.

How long are you staying here?

She hesitates. A long time, she says eventually.

I wait for her to say anything else, but she has already fallen silent.

I get at most two weeks off, I say after a moment. I don't know why I'm telling her this. Probably because I’ve been feeling more and more strongly lately that I need to go on a really, really long vacation. And somewhere very far away. Just like she apparently has done.

Here we are. We’re standing at the glass doors of an average hotel. Decent, but not overly expensive. The sign next to the door proclaims the good news that there are rooms available.

At that moment it dawns on me—sure, I admit, very late—that the girl doesn’t actually have anything with her.

You don't have any luggage? I look at her, surprised.

My luggage will arrive later. She smiles and