In response to my coworker, Deia, who has asked me to write another alternate ending, I am now presenting yet another alternate ending to the serial I’ve published, The Case of the Missing Legos. I have graciously accepted the task. I also want to say thanks to my readers, specifically Obscured Dreamer, and her ongoing writing with her serial Fading Fae which has been an inspiration and our mutual challenge to explore alternate endings.
I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and headed about doing my normal morning routine – I made breakfast for the boys before retiring to the porch with a cup of coffee and my laptop.
As I opened the laptop, something caught my eye, something out of the ordinary. Something moving. Something that seemed to be a reflection from the sliding glass door. I was a bit scared to look, and when I finally did, I realized why.
Staring back at me was the reflection of what I could only deem as an unholy creature of the night. A black, foreboding cape dangled around its body. Red, fiery eyes met mine through the reflection. I looked behind myself, but nothing was there. It was only through the reflection of the window that I could see the being, which happened to be holding something that looked a whole lot like Luke’s Lego set. Suddenly it changed form, into a young man of average stature and looks.
“Hello,” I said boldly to the shape-shifiting creature in the reflection, “Why are you standing behind my reflection? What do you want?”
The being looked back at me and then I heard, in my head rather than aloud, the response from the dark being.
I have come to return the Legos that were stolen from you.
“Um…” I was a bit speechless, but that just happens sometimes.
I was intrigued by these things you call Legos and decided to study them, to ascertain their purpose.
“They’re just toys that kids play with.”
I did not know. So, does this belong to you?
“No, not me, my son, Luke.”
You do not seem old enough to have a child. I did not realize that this is how you were treated… perhaps we will meet again someday, once you have escaped this prison that you are in.
Oh, yes, I probably should not have mentioned that. Just forget it.
“So, you mean to say that I’m in some kind of prison?”
Yes. The souls of the damned of the Land of Stars are sent here to live in this world, never consciously knowing that they are actually here. Once they have done penance, they are released from the prison and reintegrated into their society. I am not of that place, so know very little about their customs.
My thoughts were racing a mile a minute. I just couldn’t believe that I was somehow in some type of hell, if what the being said was true.
“But that would mean that…”
Yes, you are not really human.
My mind felt like it was ready to explode, a memory was triggered and images flashed before my eyes. I fell to my knees in pain.
Those were the last words I heard from the being before it disappeared and I blacked out.
I came to later, my husband (if I can even call him that now) apparently left his briefcase at home and found me on the back porch.
I stared at his face, but it almost seemed unfamiliar, as though the life we had lived together no longer existed. I just could not believe that this was me, that this was where I was. That this was my prison.
I looked beside me at Luke’s Legos and laughed.