UFO in the Garden

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Something amazing in my garden...

Submitted: May 25, 2017

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Submitted: May 25, 2017

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My body froze. My eyes widened. I stood just outside the open door at the back of my house.  I was staring into my sun-lit garden. There. In the garden. An object. Not any object. More a mass. Yes a mass. Black cloudy color. The size of a car. Shaped like a military tank but no gun. Around its' exterior on the grass did I see burn marks? Or were they landing marks? Or was i imagining?
I felt like I could hardly move.
Fear and sweat.

Phone! Phone for help I thought.
I held my smart phone but I was paralysed.
Then something moved. The mass was moving.
Up and down.
Like it was floating.
Beyond it at the far end of the garden directly in my sight the neighbor's cat 'Tabbee' . She was transfixed too and glared back at It; and at me.

Then my arms shook, my heart was racing.
I was terrified, hysteric.
My mind flashed with the fame that lay ahead.
First Contact.
Arrival.
With me, the chosen one.
The immortality of fame….and fortune.

Keep calm!
Stay alive to tell the world.
Suddenly It remained steady on the grass and from the top of the mass something was emerging.
Rising from the mass!
A smaller object rising from the mass…
Or was this the door of the craft opening?
Now almost composed I lifted my phone to film this monumental event.
And at the same time Tabbee started running towards me.
"No!" I screamed.
"No No No!"
But she ignored my plea and charged directly at me , straight  into the mass….
All too much .
I fainted.
Right there at the door to my garden.
On my back: isolated and afraid.
With The Alien.
At the mercy of It.
I awoke when my phone started to ring. Breathlessly I lifted my head to scan the garden.
It was gone.
I answered the call.
Optician shop reminding me of my forthcoming appointment. They had previously warned me to wear sunglasses outside otherwise my aged eyes alone would see floaters and flashes.
My phone recorded only my garden and Tabbee glowered nearby awaiting her daily feed.
Famous?
Only for the time it took Tabbee to eat lunch.


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