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Time to Go

This Piece has been inspired by: http://www.creativewritingink.co.uk/resources/writing-prompts/ and this photograph: 

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Its time for me to go, I knew that this time would come but I don't want to leave her.

I came here about five years ago, my mission was to report like many others who were sent before me on humans and how they live and their values. I originally game from planet Jirfrozon which is a beautiful planet far away beyond the reaches of humans.

But what I didn't expect was to fall in love with Elaine.

Jirfrozon's are explorers visiting planets and have come down on planet Earth several times through the decades. I found humans reports on our visits accurate via newspaper articles however was surprised to learn that they were thought of as hoaxes. I came here to report and observe only for five years and I was excited to find out about Earth when I came over.

However I met Elaine who was working at the same place as I work, as we try to blend in and to be like humans. I didn't mean to fall in love but I did. I knew that I would have to leave after five years but ignored this and enjoyed myself with Elaine. We got married.

But after the years went by I forgot about my people and my mission. But on queue I was contacted by my people to come to the forest to be taken back. I didn't want to leave her but I had to as some way the Jirfrozen would take me and this was the best way to go.

She would forget me, that was the way with all people who came in contact with us, that their memories would be wiped but I would remember.

I am standing in the forest, I can see the light shining on me like a torch, most humans assume that objects come like UFOs they call them, these are hoaxes created by us. Actually we use a beam for transportation from one place to another.

My ring is gleaming in the light, I cannot stay or appeal as its not allowed. That is the way our people work, I have to go with a report which my people are pleased with my memories about love which is a unknown emotion and marriage which none of my people have undertaken before.

My body floats in the air as the light beams on top as I am now ready to be beamed back home. A tear now rolls down my cheek in my love for Elaine as I will never forget her, as the sun falls down I will be gone and she won't remember me her husband but I will remember her my wife Elaine.

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