Was my father an Alien, I had recently been daydreaming whilst walking upon a wartime woodland track a very potholed road. All manner of visions can be brought inward especially if you are on your own . I kept glancing back, people do when walking alone, as shadows sometimes become more than just shadow. Upon at least my seventh paranoid glance backwards, appeared a wobbly grey noisy old truck.
I could see it travelling ever so slowly eventually the small round lights came on flickering and diesel smoke seemed to surround this vehicle in an aura of sorts. I moved to the side of the track, the right hand side to be precise , as the small Thames Trader flat back truck circa 1961 passed like a ghost truck. It did stop brakes squeaking with age.
The window came down slowly within its rusty door, I stood back hairs upon my neck rose, I smiled a smile that could last forever for it seemed to be dad who had left earth in 1973, aged 44 years. He was driving an old Trader truck the one he had driven in his formative years in the 1950s ,I beamed with joy dad seemed to be doing just what he wanted with no stress upon his face, he was always smiling. Was this the person who is loved and lost, the dad who never lost his temper. However bad things were I had no choice, he said “Ian get into the cab I have something to tell you. I am happy people from another planet saved me they knew I was good and kind I lived under terrible stress I could not cope with your mother who was unnecessarily cruel. Especially with words that cut like a thousand knives, the outer ones saved me from the nightmare and they will also help you very soon, the alert is on. Your mother will pass to another orbit where like meets like. But I am happy and I am I your father, there are many father’s near me now they are not of this world.” So father and son slowly carried on there way slaves to no-one but still helping the afflicted and stopping evil in its tracks.