Alien in Wonderland


Somewhere in someplace like New Mexico a UFO crashes in a field of dry wheat. 

An alien orb juts out of the clouds; a neon eye zooming in blinking seconds, darting from the slated slanted sky.  The circle continues to float in an invisible vertical line through the pink and yellow way the sky has faded from the day.  And suddenly the globe flashes out, into the night, gone. A signal!

Dark. The stars blink; match the eye of the machine. One red dot one green, flashing beams. The animator inside the craft shields spindly fingers over its oblong face. A metal staircase spits from the mouth of the space-engine.

A farmer up the hill pushing a wheelbarrow of corn watches the creature shamble from its shelter.  He sees the creature salute one grayish hand to protect its large pupils; its eyes two dark cutouts like microphone speakers. The farmer races back to his barn and calls authorities on a knotty-corded cream-colored kitchen phone.

Thirty seconds or less, the creature could not get used to the desert of fresh oxygen and collapsed at the foot of its machine. When the ambulance and police arrived there was a stretcher supplied.  And the creature was shoved into the back of the truck without any words exchanged, but hushes.  The farmer waved his straw hat to the creature and sent a prayer that those men in uniform would keep the creature he just saved safe.

Somewhere in someplace like a governmental asylum there is an Alien waiting to be probed, waiting, and possibly dreaming.



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 Clipping from the newspaper A Twist in Missing Time:
           


Abduction of an Alien
by Leila Montgomery

Yesterday, local farmer Jeffery Jones spotted an aircraft crash while wheeling home fresh corn from the patches down the path from his home. 
Jones told the Twist times that he saw a tall gray creature emerge from the aircraft and faint only seconds later. Jones did the proper thing and ran home to phone the police.  
Why the airship landed in the first place we have no source to say.  Also unknown is the location of the unknown creature’s body and the condition it may be in. 
Authorities failed to answer any questions, declining to leave comment, only to say they will “take care of the situation” and that the creature is in “safe keeping.”  Jones states, “That’s all I cared to know.”
The question remains whether “taking care of the situation,” means scraping for specimens, and locking the creature away.
When asked Jones shared, “The government knows something!”
Without any further information, it is likely that the case will be terminated by next week.  If the creature does survive, and if it is released, it will most likely be left with nothing better than an amnesia brain after a coma.  

more info: Roswell, New Mexico, UFO


*This is a fictional twist on a real issue that I first saw while watching an episode of Unsolved Mysteries.  And even though there is debate as to whether or not the aliens are real, the incidents I believe are.  And from where I stand, I believe in aliens.   


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