I live in an undisclosed town. I write undisclosed because if I revealed the name of our town after writing about what happened here, thrill seekers and nosey tourists would overrun our peaceful paradise and spoil our tranquil existence. Although the unwise to the world among us will probably wreck the secret by phoning relatives and breathlessly telling them about the strange things that happened the day the phenomenal flying humanoids visited us.
First came the dark rolling clouds, which scared the hell out of everyone in town that beheld the scary sight. When the clouds stopped, six flying humanoids descended out of them like raindrops.
At first sight of them, women and children screamed and ran into their homes. Some men followed. Others, like me, ran into our homes and grabbed our guns to defend the town against what we thought were dangerous invaders until the humanoids waved white flags midway down. We knew the flags were a sign they wanted peace, but we were still cautious. It could have been a ruse to make us believe they weren’t entering our town to kill us. So we kept our guns in hand and had 50 men assembled to blast the odd-looking humanoids out of the sky if necessary.
I write odd-looking because they had human faces but metallic-gray slim bodies with large wings that beat rapidly and kept them afloat in the air. As they floated closer to us smiling and waving their white flags, we felt compelled to lower our guns. But just as we lowered our guns red laser beams shot out of the flying humanoids’ eyes and killed half of us. Those who survived ran for cover and started shooting at the humanoids, but our bullets just bounced off them, and they kept firing their lasers at us. Their lasers killed more men as well as striking buildings that burst into flames. And they kept flying closer to us.
I knew soon we’d all be dead and our town would be burned down. Then a crazy pre-teen kid named Jessie started rapidly shooting pottery clay ammo balls at the humanoids with his slingshot and his perfect aim, and the humanoids began falling dead from the sky. He picked off three of them. Another pre-teen kid inspired by Jessie killed the remaining humanoids with his slingshot’s pottery clay ammo balls. I don’t know why the pottery clay ammo balls were so effective, but when we examined the corpses of the six flying humanoids, they turned into regular humans and their skin changed from metallic gray to Caucasian white, and their wings fell off their bodies.
We never told the authorities about the incident. We disposed of the bodies in a secret location. We didn’t want those thrill seekers and nosey tourists tramping all over our city or turning it into something like an Area 51, and we prayed we’d never see any flying humanoids again.
Bob Boyd