What's Up...
What’s up there? Jessie eyes the speck in the cirrus. A lone full stop neath wisps of sky-white. A hawk? Atop a thermal—scouting for a mouse. That’ll be it.
A traveller pays for gasoline and leaves. Her eyes leave too, cash register, counter, through window, to the sky.
Too big for a bird, too fast too. A jet fighter on manoeuvres? Hugging the rugged horizon.
No too silent, no vapour-trail.
Now incoming. Thud. The ground smacking landing cracks the forecourt’s concrete.
Through the settling dust.
Oh, it’s him—white grin, blue lycra, and a diamond S stretched over pecs.
- Category: Humor / Comedy
- Tags: UFO, the man in the sky, forecourt folly, mystery above Flagstaff
5 comments add one below
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Michael Cook about 7 years ago
Worthy indeed! I can't claim to be a Mancunian, but Manchester was my backyard! Welcome to Drablr.
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MuseworthyMan about 7 years ago
Thanks for the welcome Michael. I'll try and sprinkle my flavour (Mancunian Spice) here from time to time—liking the cut of Drablr's jib. Shall feast on the offerings of others' too. :-)
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MuseworthyMan about 7 years ago
Yay, glad I managed withhold the twist. 'Tis but a take eh, on the 'is it a bird?...Is it a plane...?
:-P Thanks for the welcome Drew.
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Max about 7 years ago
My goodness you are super MuseWorthy! Please do share more of your Manchunian spice, I'd like some of what you've got! :-)
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MuseworthyMan about 7 years ago
Wow, thanks Max, I'm humbled by the compliment which is indeed food for some more Mancunian drabble-spice. Watch this space, :-)
