“Hi, honey! Welcome home. Dinner’s ready.”

“Daddy, the flying saucer’s on TV again!”

I smile. “Not hungry, but I’d love to see the saucer.”

I’m really not hungry—the human whose shape I’ve adopted was quite filling.

But I enjoy watching my ship on Earthling screens, my next meal nearby.

Maura Yzmore writes creepy fiction when she doesn’t force-feed math to college students. Find out more about her writing at maurayzmore.com or @MauraYzmore on Twitter.