“Mom,” said Haley. “My cell phone is not getting a signal!”
Ignoring her daughter, she remembered Grandpa Jenkins. “See that tower? There used to be barns around it for the dairy cattle. One day, while Grandpa was milking the cows, a bright light from the sky illuminated the building and in a flash, it was gone. We never saw Grandpa again. That silo is all that is left.”
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Grandpa Jenkins’ cows stood in a hold on the Starship. He was teaching the Greys how to milk the cows. In his mind, he heard them shout, “Milk!”
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Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers, and the Marie Gail Stratford for the photo that inspired this tale.
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