Two pair of eyes, glistening in the deep black of midnight; bright as if the stars had fallen in that empty, lightless field by the military complex.
The small box that encased them was a little bit too much to the middle, but there was no fear, no worry; just the curiosity powered by youth and innocence.
Don’t they know that even though in the dead of the night, cars will still pass by, and most of them speed up, tempted by the empty road?
Soon the light that flared up dimmed. I jumped down from my perch on the motorbike and took the box. They looked at me, still with round eyes full of wonder. I hope they did not see, nor sense my horror.
We thought, well, maybe when they reach home, they will know what sort of life they should worry about, because certainly it’s not an empty street and a warm box in the cold of the night.
But all the aliens that come swarming, some with one eye, some with a limp, the other lose a leg, and others with their own grotesque appearances, those round eyes were getting rounder, brighter, full of wonder. In the coming night they were wandering around the house patting one, sniffing the other. Play with each other, sleep with everyone.
There were some interruptions, when after few days they showed symptoms of Upper Respiratory Infections, rampant with the damp and rainy town, and lack of food during the lockdown; but even when they had to go back to the box and face mist spewing from the nebuliser, their round eyes never run out of wonder.
They remind us of a pair of detectives, who keeps on looking, although the whole world would not care.
The grey one is male so he is Mulder, and the white one is female, and therefore she is Scully.
Even today, when they recovered and renewed (thank you for the nebuliser, everyone!) They do not run out of curiosity.
The truth is still out there.