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Cast in Stone - Photo by Alastair Forbes

Cast in Stone – Photo by Alastair Forbes

Staring at the statue, I notice the fellow is looking skyward. He is wearing a heavy jacket and is holding a hat. He sits on a disk. Few know why there is the disk.

It was back in 1940, and a war was raging. The vantage point where the statue sits is where the country defended itself against invasion. After days of battle, reinforcements arrived. Odd reinforcements. They were short people, with gray skin, huge heads, and black lidless eyes. The troops stopped to look at the beings that were weaving their way through them.

The greys moved into position. Looking around at the men, they seemed to be communicating with them. The men heard the word, “Sit.” So sit they did. The greys moved to the edge of the cliffs looking down at the opposing force.

One of the greys seemed to be in charge. He raised his left arm, six fingers spread. In unison, all the greys did the same and then pointed at the enemy. The opposing force was disabled. The greys then moved to the spot where the statue now stands, then disappeared.

You see, the statue sits where once there was an alien transporter.

Battle of Britian Memorial Statue - Photo by Detraymond

Battle of Britian Memorial Statue – Photo by Detraymond

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This story was written for the Sunday Photo Fiction challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes. Great photo Al!

Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction

I hope that you enjoyed my bit of flash today, and I thank you for taking the time to stop by! Be well… ^..^

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The Silo - Photo by Marie Gail Stratford

The Silo – Photo by Marie Gail Stratford

“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.

Thank you dear reader for taking the time to stop on by for a quick read… Be well! ^..^

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