Eleven

I can't access my happiness. I've been flooded with loneliness. I feel sick. Why have you gone and done this? Where are my memories?

These were some of the questions people were asking themselves last night, when eighteen members of the community were taken away by aliens of the fifth and ninth orders.

Hoola boo! I said.

There was a tree in the garden and we talked beneath it.

Hoola boo. Cwan tik lemons snee? Por que?

Eleven.

Eleven!