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Wednesday Night Photo Grouping For The Workers Of The World

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“We cannot seek achievement for ourselves and forget about progress and prosperity for our community… Our ambitions must be broad enough to include the aspirations and needs of others, for their sakes and for our own.”

Cesar Chavez-

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Wednesday Flash Story (Time For Another Latte Break, Jerry) For The Workers Of The World

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(Serial Flash story, Part 4)

 

“BLACK”

 

” No Way ,”  Artell whispered, ” this is what we came here for.” 

The figures hadn’t noticed the jeep yet.

Artell watched as they drifted around the forest in concentric patterns, releasing beams of light that emanated from their hands then entered their foreheads.

” Artell.  Backup, before they notice this truck.  It is too dangerous to stay here.”

Artell jammed the jeep into gear searching for reverse.  ” you’re right, we need film of their ships.” She pushed the clutch in and slowly backed up.

” Watch it! ”  Sandra said in a hoarse whisper.  The jeep slammed into a tree making a large  crunching noise. They both stopped breathing.

The figures continued to mingle and fly around the forest.  ” They must be in some sort of trance, otherwise we would both be on a laboratory table by now,” Artell said. 

” Cripes, why did I ever come with you.”  Sandra searched her tool box for something she could use for defense.

” You watch, and I’ll back it up again.”  Artell carefully repositioned the truck, and hit reverse again.  Sandra with pick axe  in hand, was mesmerized by the scene before her.  She counted forty- five of the small creatures.  The beams they released were in various  colors and intensities.

The jeep burst into daylight.

“I’ll head down Bear Tavern road, then we can hike up and avoid any further encounters.  ”  There was no time for Artell to digest what she had seen.  She must retain her focus if they were to survive. 

It took fifteen minutes to reach the base of the mountain.  Artell parked the jeep in a bed of brush with the roof peeking out above a mound of cattails.  She popped the trunk, reached for her camera and seized a handful of film.  Sandra sorted through her tool box adding the flash light to her pick axe, which she jammed into her Dutch military pouch.  Their eyes met for a split second.  With faint smiles they began trampling toward the thick of the forest.

 

To be continued…

 

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Wednesday Night (Is It Friday Night Yet?? ) Flash Story For The Workers Of The World

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Serial Flash Story

 

“BLACK”

 

Artell decided she would take a spin on the highway, then exit off onto the gravel road that leads east, it was the direction she last saw the ships as they disappeared behind a range of mountains.

Artell checked her video as she drove, balancing the camera film and the edge of the steering wheel simultaneously- a trick she picked up during ten years of journalistic endeavors.  The gravel road was up ahead. Dust filled her nostrils as the wheels of the jeep gyrated over the loose stones.

Catching Artell’s eye on the side of the road was someone or something.  All she could se was a grey lump hunched over a pile of rocks which had fallen in a rock slide last year.  The vehicle was a half a mile from the object.  Artell placed the Buena Vista Social Club into her cassette player.  Cuban music percolated out of the jeep cajoling her fears into abeyance.  As the jeep approached the form it  sprouted up to six feet and turned towards her.

“Sandra,” Artell shouted and waved out the side of the jeep.

Sandra’s green eyes darted in the direction of the approaching vehicle as she layered some rocks into her tool box.

” Where are you headed in such a rush?”  Sandra said brushing off the red dust covering her overalls.  “You nearly cleaned my clock with that claptrap car of yours.”

” Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Sandra…anyway, what the hell are you doing crouching in the middle of the road?”   Artell slammed the jeep door kicking up even further the cloud of dust produced by her expedient braking. 

” Don’t tell me that you have discovered Nefertiti’s final resting place here in N.Y. ”  Artel bent down.

” Well if you really want to know, I found a piece of dead alien, or maybe a fragment of one of those ships.- look.”  Artell reached for Sandra’s hand.

” Wait, put these on first.”

Artell slipped on the yellow work gloves and knelt gingerly beside Sandra and the pile of silver rocks.  Sandra raised her gloved hand and opened it releasing the object into the air.  It glinted in the light as it bounced a few times off Artell’s glove then nestled into her palm.

It was curved.  Around the edge were hieroglyphs  not recognizable to her.   Artell held it with her other hand and pulled. It stretched then resumed its shape.

 

To be continued…

 

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