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 Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2008 7:03 pm
"Do you hear something?"
The little girl perched on the park bench next to the strange, inquisitive, slightly blue man was named Mary. She and her mother had come to the tiny corner park to watch birds, but this guy she didn't know had sat next to her, ruining the serenity with his bike and his twitching. Mary turned and stared as he poked a finger in his ear and shook, his tousled hair falling over squinched-shut eyes. The child clasped her hands and hurried over to her mother without replying that no, she heard nothing, casting surreptitious glances over her shoulder as the pair left the small corner park, heading instead for the outdoor mall across the street.
Archie had awoken that morning feeling itchy, the annoying sort of stomach itchy that he sometimes experienced right before he drifted off to sleep. In this case, it had lasted all day, or at least until he had gone outside. He found the itch intensified when he walked east, so he took one of the new bikes he had bought with his new money and pedaled... west.
A short while later, the itch gave way to a buzz. It sounded like the pods used to, only there were no pods in the sky. Not yet. Archie looked up anyway, and kept looking up as other people passed, concentrating on the bright sky until his eyes teared.
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 10:11 am
Huff. Puff. Wheeze. Why Ehlena had decided to embark on running four miles one day off the top of her head was beyond her at this moment. She'd never gotten very far past the two mile mark, and was now determined to run the full four recommended by some health guru or another. God she was getting too old for this. But she was in a horrible writer's block. She was trying her hand at something new, a novel with a decidedly futuristic, alien bent. Sexy alien women kidnapping a man, but human men are quite unpredictable.....
She let her thoughts continue as she puffed her way through the next mile, pausing in a small park somewhere in town. Badly needed to sit down, the only bench was half-occupied by a strange man. Well, she wasn't afraid of odd people, no indeed!
Flopping down, she unzipped the pouch at her waist, pulled out a small water bottle, and chugged. "God it's warm today."
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Posted: Wed Mar 12, 2008 11:06 am
"Yeah," Archie replied, blinking and wiping at the brightness-induced tears that dripped from his eyes and snapping his spine into an attentive seated position rather than a lazy one. "Warm." He turned toward the woman, making a promise to himself never to jog anywhere, ever.
"Hey, uh, I know this is going to sound weird, but do you hear anything strange? Like a buzzing sound? A plane, maybe?" He stuck a finger in his ear again but left it there this time. The noise didn't seem to be coming from outside his own head. "Maybe I have a brain tumor," he self-diagnosed.
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