After You by Rylie Dark

Author:Rylie Dark [Dark, Rylie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rylie Dark
Published: 2023-05-24T00:00:00+00:00

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Samuel Granger, known to everyone in Pleasant as “Spaceman Sam”, whistled a happy tune as he walked up Gus Hinkson’s driveway, his fishing pole sloped over his shoulder. After a storm was the best time to go fishing in the lake near Hinkson’s home because the heavy rain agitated the fish and brought them closer to the surface.

Storms, especially electrical storms, were a good time to look for crashed UFOs too. The famous Roswell crash happened because of a lightning strike. Alien planets didn’t have the same weather patterns as here on Earth, and so their craft aren’t insulated against lightning strikes the way human airplanes are. There had been several confirmed crashes after lightning storms, all covered up by the government, of course.

Spaceman Sam, still whistling, rang the doorbell and scanned the sky as he waited for his friend to answer. It was cloudy right now, and the rain was holding off, but the weather report said another storm was on its way. This would be a good time to spot UFOs. If there was a crash, a rescue ship would use the window between storms to land and search for survivors.

He touched the pair of binoculars and the camera with a zoom lens hanging around his neck. This might just be his lucky day.

Gus Hinkson wasn’t too keen on the whole UFO thing. He was what Spaceman Sam called a “sort-of believer.” When they talked about it, he got all mainstream scientific and say, “Sure, Sam, given the size of the universe, with billions of suns in our galaxy and billions of galaxies, there’s bound to be life out there. That doesn’t mean they’re coming here, though.”

Despite all the photos he’d shown Gus, and all the eyewitness accounts by abductees he’d sent him, the programmer still didn’t believe.

“You should write science fiction novels, Sam. You got a hell of an imagination. I’d sure read them.”

Ah well, Gus was a friend, and he didn’t have too many friends. Being a bearer of truth in an ignorant world could be lonely sometimes.

Sam rang the doorbell again. Could Gus be asleep? He had a sleeping disorder, a common sign of people who got experimented on by the alien grays. Sam had wanted to inspect his body for signs, but Gus had said no for some reason. Weird.

Sam knocked. Still no answer. Maybe he was out back?

Setting his fishing pole by the front door, Sam went around the house. The grass was still slick from last night’s rain, and Sam could smell the damp manure spread as fertilizer on the farm field just beyond the line of poplars marking the end of Gus’s backyard. He sure hoped no aliens crashed over there. That wouldn’t be a very nice introduction to Earth.

“Gus? You here?”

His car was in the driveway, and he never missed a chance to go fishing. Strange.

As Sam got to the back of the house, he stopped short. The storm shelter doors were open.

Why would he leave them open? Animals could get inside.

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