She was stuck in rush hour traffic when the rumbling started. Earthquakes weren’t typical around here and, frankly, it didn’t really feel like one. There was something about it. Didn’t feel like it originated in the ground. It was in her chest, her arms, and legs somehow. After a solid 30 seconds, it stopped.
She flipped from music to the local NPR station. Something about strange activity. Communications from outer space. A wash of excitement… quickly replaced by fear. Sure, aliens maybe, but the thousands of strangers surrounding her was her more immediate concern. Cars were starting to honk. A white SVU ahead of her sideswiped a Prius to get over to the shoulder. He sped off.
Things were about to get crazy.
She put the car into park and began to mentally assess where she was in town, what supplies were in the car, and if she thought it was safer to stay in here or head out there.
Another couple cars zooming by on the shoulder. Maybe it was safer in here for now.
She noticed the wind picking up to the point where the car was shaking. She looked out her window, peering up.
A jet or… a spaceship? Hovering in the air above her car. She gawked at it. It was black, shaped like a fighter jet that had been stung by a bee. It didn’t seem too far away, but she was a terrible judge of distance.
Then, her cell phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Do you see me?”
“Honey?”
“Yeah!”
“Are you the goddamn space jet?”
“Yeah.”
“…you don’t work for the post office, do you?”
“Nope.”
“I knew it.”
A ladder unfurled and bumped the side of her car.
“Get in. We’re going on a trip.”
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