Behind withering cornstalks, we waited for the flying saucer squadrons. Each year, the all-night hypersonic zipping and spinning and illuminations mesmerized us.
We’ve never taken pictures. We’ve never tried to get their attention.
For generations we’ve kept quiet; we don’t want anyone telling us that we haven’t been seeing UFOs.
Liz writes from Western Massachusetts. Find her at LizMayers.com.
Fun story Liz. Love hypersonic.
Thanks Giulietta! It’s a pretty great word!
very nice job, loved it, great writing
There is a short film about 2 farmers eating post-spaceship barbq that would go perfect with this (spaceship kills their cow, government removes spaceship, Omeleto??, can’t find it… sorry.. (Anybody help out here?)
John, thanks for reading. Glad you liked it. Hope someone replies about the film!