LeggingmeetsaDR and a pack of six....

"OOOOh!" She said floating down the street with her trolley, "Did you see the aliens in the seat by the sign? All done up like naturist Taurians. Too cold I suppose to hang their flesh out!"
"I saw a group of people all wrapped up in colourful scarves, hats and thick winter coats and massive boots. They were waiting on the ski-lift to the other world. They had a guide with them."
"Oh you mean the bossy girl. Thinnnest woman in the world that one. Alwas miserable though!" She laughed and unbuttoned her jacket. "She was screaming at one of them last night. He wanted liver! Do you think?" she said moving closer as if to ward off any possible listener, "That she's really in the spare parts business?"

"Could be why they're all wrapped up so much!" I laughed, it was so inconguous in the bright spring air, "Spare parts? I bet she'd buy chicken liver at the butcher's and hand it over for a large increase in profit."

"Some say," she looked at me sideways, like a bird does, for interest and a bit of bread, " Some say she follows them that throws spare parts around. Now me I mind my own business... I really does...."
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She peeled off at the main road and I caught the bus to town. I am off to work next week, perhaps life will be a little more normal. No more radio stars repeating whatever I'm thinking - even my letter to my Grandchild had brought the Media Bullies to sound off and try to give credit for my poetry to some one who can't write....

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Wonder if they can in the other world?