Alien Invasion, 1954 is set in 1954 Casper, Wyoming, and the ranch lands surrounding the city. My heroine Debbie Sue is a 30 something widowed secretary who works in the office of a downtown department store.
The aliens invade in a world wide attack, with ships and technology so advanced the humans of Earth have no chance.
Debbie Sue is home that day, babysitting her one year old nephew, Bobby. A silver ship comes over Casper Mountain, a large hogback south of town. Electricity and cars stop working. Debbie Sue hides with Bobby in the root cellar. All her neighbors are gone.
Eventually she is forced to find food at the local grocery store. She also finds Akarak, an alien flying a clear, open chariot. He takes Debbie Sue and Bobby to a remote ranch.
So begins her relationship with Akarak of the Vinshal.
This was a fun story to write, peppered with local flora and fauna and 1950's setting. I hope readers enjoy it! I will be sending out some review copies through my mailing list so sign up for a chance to get one. http://www.melisseairesbooks.com/newsletter.html#/
The food finally ran out and hunger forced her to walk seven blocks to the grocery store. The past two weeks she had seen no aliens. No movement at all. Were she and Bobby the only survivors? She considered going to the store at night, while Bobby slept, but if aliens got her...Debbie Sue couldn’t bear thinking of Bobby, left all alone in the root cellar to die.
They might have to run and hide so she dressed in jeans instead of a house dress. Early April in central Wyoming was still cold so Bobby wore his snow suit. It was better to be too warm than suffer in the cold.
Bobby was a dear, cheerful boy. He was thrilled to be in the stroller with play beads on a wire, and she tucked his stuffed horse next to him. She brought twine to tie the stroller to the grocery cart she hoped to bring back filled with dry goods, cans and jars.
Debbie Sue knew there was no way to keep a one year old quiet, and she hoped his baby chatter would dissipate in the wind. They had to have food.
Her car, a light blue two-door sedan, sat in her driveway, useless. She stroked the curves of the hood as she walked by. It still looked like new, it just didn't run. Nothing ran, no radios, even with new batteries. Somehow the aliens had killed all the power.
IN OTHER NEWS:
My flash fiction story for a free indie antho turned out so well! It is a Diaspora Worlds story concerning immigrants, job opportunities and hope. Blight Star, Bright Star. I think this will have to continue into a actual book! It was one of those bursts of inspiration, so exciting to unfold. This antho will release near Christmas.