A Widow, an Alien and a Mule

After my husband died I became kind of a night owl. I usually fell asleep with the television on at 1 or 2 in the morning. I guess it would be fair to say that I spook easily and that I tend to overreact. You see my husband wasn't what you would call a people person. So when we built our home we did so in a place as far away from people as we could, our closest neighbor lives 2 miles from us.
Living out in the sticks, alone, I sometimes turned little noise's, the creak of a board or the screech of an un-oiled hinge into life threatening invasions. I would often arm myself with my husbands old shotgun before going to investigate.
The night of the crash was no little noise, it was more like a locomotive running through my living room, the light that filled the house was so intense that you could feel it's heat. The first crash sounded like a bowling ball hitting a set of pins and a branch from the oak tree in the front yard came bursting through my picture window. The second crash came right after the first and was more of a metal on metal sound then the light went away and there was silence.
I went to my closet and threw on my robe then grabbed my husbands shot gun and ran toward the barn. There was a huge hole in the side of the barn and that intense light, but the light was fading, slowly becoming less and less bright. Just before the light faded completely, a lone figure stepped through the hole. I was scared and not knowing if I was dealing with man or beast I let loose with that shotgun, more wood from the barn splintered just above the figures head and the figure began to run faster than anything I had ever seen, I shot again but the thing was just moving to fast. It ducked under a fence and got into the corral where I kept my mule Sally Jane.
Well Sally Jane had never seen an Alien before and the Alien, had seen a mule or not, didn't know any better than to come running up behind one. Sally Jane kicked that little guy so hard he went head over heels, toppling back into the split rail fence that he had just ducked under.
Still scared, I reloaded the shot gun and walked slowly up to the figure laying motionless on the ground. He was about half my size, with an oddly shaped head, no hair, he looked very old in the face but his body was lean and taunt, he seemed to be unconscious and was oozing a dark blue substance from several cuts. I didn't know what to do, I was still so scared, I didn't want to put the shotgun down, then he spoke. "Don't kill me please, I don't mean you any harm."
"Are you hurt bad?", I asked.
"Yes, but all I need to do is reboot and I will be fine."
"Reboot? Are you a computer?"
"I have one for a brain."
He asked me to press a button under his flight suit and I did. His eyes closed, his body went limp, he looked as if he had died. In a few minutes his eyes opened, his wounds began to heal and he stood up. "I have made a mess of your place, I apologize, I will help you repair the damage."
I ignored this remark completely. I had so many question and began to ask them one after another. He said his name was Anhawkidon and that he was from the planet Conquesabe in another solar system. He told me that when people were born on his planet they had brains similar to ours but at birth the brain was replaced by a high tech computer system. "The operation is as simple for us as a circumcision is for your doctors. Our computerized brain allows us to feel all the normal emotions; love, happiness, sadness, fear, but we learn much faster and think much more clearly. For example I can speak over 7000 different languages."
I laughed. "Well if you learn so quick I guess It will be a long time before you run up behind a mule again huh?" He seemed to grow embarssed and I let off teasing.
We talked all night, by morning I knew I was in love. He was a Police Officer on his planet and was in the middle of a high speed chase that carried into our solar system, the night he crashed into my barn. He thought he scraped a meteor which launched him into our atmosphere.
We were together for more than 20 years. It was our atmosphere that finally killed him. When Anhawkidon died I called the Government. There was no longer a reason to keep things a secret. Some men came out and took Anhawkidon's body and some other men came and took his ship. Then they put me in here, in this home where everyone says "Oh sure Edna, I bet Anhawkidon was a very nice alien. Oh yes, I bet that spaceship was very interesting. What was your mules name again Edna?" Nobody really belive's my story, the Government won't let them but I swear it's true.