Brandon watched them roaming inside the fence. “Cool.” He climbed higher, ignoring the torn sign that flapped in the breeze: “You assume the risk of—”

“Get down,” Dad said. “You’re much too close.”

“Aw, Dad…” Brandon threw one leg over, heel kicking the post.

The aliens turned at the sound.

Joanne R. Fritz lives in West Chester, PA. Her short fiction has appeared in Vine Leaves Literary Journal, Every Day Fiction, and Twisted Endings.