Strange Illuminations

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: BoMoWriCha Prompts
Written for a challenge at the BoMoWriCha Prompt House.

Submitted: November 02, 2018

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Strange Illuminations

Just an average drive home. Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t be behind the wheel after a couple too many beers, but this is the sticks, the middle of nowhere. If the few customers weren’t prepared to take their chances then the bar would’ve shut down years ago.

And hey, the Sheriff was there, drinking with the rest of us. He and his men’ll leave us in peace. It’s not like we have to do much more than steer in a pretty straight line after all. We’re not likely to meet up with anyone going the opposite way for where would they be headed.

I’m just humming along to the songs on the radio, tunelessly but who cares, turning with the road towards the south when I see this strange light up in the sky. Greenish, it is, large and round. I pull over to the side of the road and think what I should do.

Could be the headlights from some vehicle that has tipped off the road, but they wouldn’t show up so large, I’m sure. And I’m not sure if anyone round here would have green headlights. Maybe caution would be the best way to approach this. I call the Sheriff but there’s no answer.

Feeling braver than usual I decide to go and investigate. I won’t drive though, just in case; if I walk along in the shadow of the hedges, no one will know that I’m there. Not unless I want them to, once I get there, see what’s going down.

That green light in the sky is huge. It’s not normal, and I can feel something in the air, like the static that accompanies a storm only much stronger. Still thinking about that light, I don’t at first realize just what is happening before me. There’s a car alright, but it’s not tipped, is sitting on it’s four wheels, or rather it was. It seems to be lifting off the ground.

Jeez, maybe I had more beers than I’d thought. I shake my head, rub at my eyes then look back towards the car.

There really can be no denying it for isn’t it now up in the sky above the trees and getting steadily higher. Looks to me like it is being sucked up straight towards that area surrounded by the green glow. And then it just....disappears; the car, I mean, not the glow.

If anything that glow is even brighter.

Nah, nonsense. There was never anything there. I’m just a drunken fool.

I almost convince myself of that until it reappears high up in the sky, but rapidly approaching the ground. Shouldn’t it be tumbling over or something, because now it is low enough for me to get a clear view I can make out that it is falling in a way that it will land on its tyres. But them tyres, they’s gonna burst with the impact, that’s for sure.

I know I’d have been right if it hadn’t slowed, coming almost to a stop just before touching the tarmac. Gently, it floats down that last few inches; the suspension barely even creaks. I’m so close I can see the driver and the passenger. They look like aliens, certainly not like anyone I know and I know everyone in these here parts. In the blink of an eye I see Hank and Cyndi, my neighbours from just over the mountain.

They can’t see me, I know they can’t, not with all these bushes here; but they turn their heads as if they are looking directly at me. It’s their eyes. They might look pretty damn normal now, but their eyes...they’re so very wrong.

And then the car starts and drives off down the road and soon all I can see of it is its rear lights. That glow is still there but I reckon it’s fading. No point in tempting fate though, is there. I push myself further in to the hedge-made shadows and almost crawl my way back to my truck. Would I be safer in it or out? Now that’s a question I don’t have the answer to. I hunker down beside it for a while before risking opening the driver side door. I pick up my phone but there’s no signal. Maybe it’s for the best that I don’t report what I’ve seen. The Sheriff might decide to keep a better eye on my alcoholic lubrication next time we’re in the bar together if I start talking about alien abductions.

No, better keep it to myself, I guess. But one thing’s for sure, should Hank or Cyndi come knocking on my door any time soon, well, me...I ain’t gonna open it!


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