U.F.O.
The alien ship overhead was locked in position and entirely motionless, neither rising nor falling, tilting nor swaying. It was as if the rest of the world hovered around it.
The alien ship overhead was locked in position and entirely motionless, neither rising nor falling, tilting nor swaying. It was as if the rest of the world hovered around it.
Below the spectacle, the crowd looked up in amazement. The unannounced fixed object hadn’t been there a moment ago. They’d just looked up to find it, looking like it had always been there. A silver, cigar-shaped cylinder… metallic perhaps, but impossible to say for sure.
Sara stepped back beneath the shade of a store awning, keeping the mysterious object in partial view. The ship jutted out and seemed to go on for miles above, probably higher than it first appeared to be.
From where did it come? Some other galaxy, or constellation, or even dimension? For what purpose? Due to her experience with unexpected changes, she doubted it or he or they had come in peace to save humankind from itself. What was that old television episode about a book titled “To Serve Man” that needed translating? Turned out to be a cookbook, right?