UFOs circle the country fairgrounds. They flash, strobe and
terrify. They lower, three unknown objects, and sweep the hair of the tallest
citizens, and spook the cattle, and everyone runs for their cars. UFOs whiz
away into the sky.
A fortnight passes. UFOs circle the downtown shopping plaza.
They flash, strobe, and terrify. Car alarms go off from their proximity, and
eerie musical notes emanate from the fillings of old men. Electric doors rebel
and remain closed, trapping shoppers to stare at the unknown. UFOs whiz away
into the sky.
Another fortnight passes. UFOs circle over the city’s only
annual night-time parade. They flash, strobe, and intrigue. Citizens duck for
cover, and once under cover, argue about whether these strobes are a different
color than last time, or how there are fewer this time. Everyone now clearly
sees that they are saucers, sleek and well-illuminated. They are identified.
The FOs whiz away into the sky and the parade resumes, if awkwardly.
Another fortnight passes, and the city congregates down by
the docks, out in the open. They have blankets laid out and hotdogs grilled up,
all in time for the light show. As it circles overhead, citizens hug each other
a little tighter, or munch caramel corn, or try to snap ironic photos of
themselves “holding” the saucers aloft. They’re welcome.
This is surprisingly warm. :)
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Great illustration of how anything becomes boring if it happens often enough. I like how the question of "who's watching whom?" gets raised.
How fast we accept the unreal. Too fast probably. When do the laser lights being to cut the watching populace apart?
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