Take Out the Trash Day

I rushed out to the Jone's place to warn them of the impending visitation from the UFO's, but when I got there, I was too late.

I got out of the Wombies ridiculously gas guzzling Jeep and crept through the corn field. It gave me time to wonder why intelligent space creatures would bother Seaton, Illinois, population 220? Why would they come all this way to bombard a little town that had nothing threatening to them. And why would they go out north of town to the Jones'? And finally, why can't they make a fuel-efficient Jeep?

I quietly made it to the edge of the corn and then thought how happy I was he hadn't picked it yet. The cover gave me a good sightline to the house. Should I warn them and risk being abducted? What if they examined my orifices? I looked at the garage where they spend all their time watching TV and thought of my orifices. I saw two aliens looking in the window. Then I wondered why it looked like the aliens were in a bathroom with urinals. And why were they wearing Scream masks? Why so many questions?

Then I decided they were manipulating the space time continuum. I've watched enough Star Trek to know when a plot device needs a scientifically unbelievable twist to move a story along.

I decided I was too late to save Chris, so I rushed back to the Jeep to get back to Seaton and help those who had been in the attack.

Unfortunately I ran out of gas.

To be continued...

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