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Book Opening: 1973
The lights came in late September with the first warm breath of spring, forming luminescent patterns as they hovered silently in the soft night air. Then they darted about, horizontally and vertically, almost playfully, zooming across the sky at seemingly impossible speeds, before stopping dead in their tracks, to hang in the silence again. At times they seemed to pulsate, growing wider, then contracting; translucent alien heartbeats.
Old Bill McCracken saw them, as he headed homeward along the back dirt road around 11 in the evening. He reckoned they were at least five miles high, though it was hard to put it exactly. He stood in the middle of the road, scratching his chin, puzzling, as he watched the lights skitter about “like they was playin' some kinda game” as he recalled. “Never seen anything like it as I can remember, no sir,” he told fat Charlie Daniels down at the grocery store that next afternoon. “I don't hold no truck with all this UFO and flyin' saucer bullshit, but I'll tell you this, I sure as hell don't know what I DID see up there.”
He rolled a cigarette while fat Charlie sold Elsie Cartwright some bread, milk, beans, flour and a bottle of constipation pills.
“Scared? No, I wasn't scared,” said old Bill when fat Charlie had his mind set to listening again. “Mind you, I don't mind confessin' that I felt a mite, well, a mite EERIE, you could say, like something was watching me. |
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