The ice storm rolled into the city smack dab in between November and December. The power flickered all night and finally lost it’s will to continue around 3:30am. A loud thud jarred me out of sleep and a quick scan around the bedroom showed complete darkness. The familiarity of the alarm clock LED, the bright green power light on the DVD player and the gentle whirring of the space heater were all missing.
I looked out the back window and noticed our neighbors had power. Super, they always keep their power. I also noticed a faint red glow streaming in the windows.
Knowing that red replacing the bright moonbeams wasn’t normal, I rolled out of bed and put my slippers on. It was very quiet, but I did hear a whirring. The kind of tick tick tick whirring associated with horror movies and haunted houses. Was it a downed power line? Had one of our trees caught on fire? I had to know.
Silently walking through the house I decided to go out the back door. It creaked as I opened it, but the whirring became louder and louder. The door was only halfway open when I saw them. I stood paralyzed from fear and excitement.
They were about three feet tall, moved slowly and had skin of reflective grey. I could see the outline of the moon on their skin and as they walked and bent it looked like a bright yo-yo playing in the ice. It was then it hit me. I, a humble suburbanite, would be able to prove once and for all that aliens do exist.
Leaving the door open, I dashed to the living room for our digital camera. Yes, it was some off brand purchased on a whim at a box store, but man, it did an ok job. Sure, some of the pictures were lifeless. I mean digital photography wasn’t a hobby of mine, so I just needed something that worked.
Running back to the door I tripped and crushed the cat. Oh, poor Jasmine. Yes, she was a coal black cat, but she didn’t deserve a fate like this. She laid there lifeless and I had to decide. Aliens or resuscitating Jasmine. Since the key to fame and fortune was with the aliens, I said a quick prayer for Jasmine and made my way back to the door.
My hands were shaking as I snapped my photo. The flash went off and the aliens felt the light hit them. Who knew they were photo sensitive? Within ten seconds they scurried around the corner of our house, a big boom was heard and felt and then a bright, blazing streak went into the sky. I didn’t care. I had my photo.
Since my camera didn’t have a screen to preview the photos, I had to pull it into a computer to view it. Lacking the necessary electricity to drive my computers, I had to wait till morning and hope my neighbors still had power.
Morning came, phone calls were made and it seemed the whole neighborhood knew about my discovery. The neighbors ushered us into their house, which seemed to be more like an arena. Everyone was in their living room awaiting my photo.
I sat down at their PC, put in our SD card and awaited the gasps, congratulations and adulation that followed. The picture was pulled up, but instead of high fives and hugs, people started laughing.
It was at this point I knew we should have bought an HP digital camera.
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