Maverick FBI Agent, “Coyote” Mueller, stood on the porch beside Delilah Stapleton. In the many months of prosecuting the alien-abduction case, he’d grown close to the Stapleton family. He visited them often even though sixteen-year old Ashley had returned.
“Look at her, Coy,” sobbed Delilah, gazing at Ashley working under the car’s hood. “She’s not the same girl at all. Always working on that stupid hot rod.”
“Is auto mechanics such a bad thing?” said Coy.
“Of course! She used to go shopping. She won beauty contests! She had a promising career as a fashion model ahead of her. What will she do now?”
Coy shrugged. “Well, she can fix cars.”
“That’s no career for young lady. Look!” Ashley got behind the wheel and turned the ignition. Nothing obvious happened. Delilah moaned. “She’s not even good at fixing cars!”
Suddenly bluish light flared from the car’s underside. The wheels retracted. It hovered above the ground then streaked across the yard at supersonic speed.
Coy grunted. “Would you feel better if she worked for NASA?”
Written for the weekly Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers flash fiction challenge. Look here to find the original prompt and a blue link to other stories: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/02/01/fffaw-week-of-02-02-2016/