08-22-2009

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     The wind blew hard, causing the house to creak in ways Bert had never heard before and it made him very nervous. There wasn't much of a warning. They sky had been clear the hour before and the news hadn't plastered radar all over the screen. It seemed to come out of no where, and no one was responding to the severe weather threat.
     Tyrell laid on the floor sleeping. It was not unusual for such a lazy dog, but with the severe weather Bert wondered if his dog was seriously impaired. Most animals responded in some manner, be it acting up or trying to escape impending danger. But not Tyrell.
     Bert grabbed his cell phone, launched his camcorder and headed for the living room window. He started recording the dark, swirling clouds and noticed the absence of lightening or rain. It was just extremely windy.
     Bert moved to the patio door and decided try to step outside. He grabbed the door handle tightly, expecting the door to either blow open or be almost impossible to pull open. It was neither. The door opened with out a problem, as though it were a calm spring day.
     "What the," Bert said. The air felt cool, dry. There was a slight draft, air flowing out of his house. Tyrell was still sleeping.
     Bert stepped out and looked up immediately. Hanging in the sky directly above his house was a spinning triangle with a smooth black surface reflecting the neighborhood. There were no lights, no discernible cracks or lines in the surface of the object. A pulsating reverb emanating, tickling Bert's eardrums.
     "Onyx," Bert said, "a floating triangle of black onyx. Now that's not something you see everyday." In slow motion he lifted his phone and kept recording. As he extended his arm, he looked through the screen on the phone and saw that it was recording only clear blue sky.
     "What the hell?" Bert said. He looked around his neighborhood and saw several neighbors mowing their lawns, another trimming the hedges. Several kids rode by on their bikes. No one else was looking at the sky; no one else seemed phased by the object Bert saw hanging in the sky.
     "I have completely lost it," Bert said as he dropped the phone to his hip and looked back up to the sky. The object was still there; the sound was still emanating, tickling his ears; Tyrell was still sleeping on the kitchen floor. "Seriously?"
     Bert moved to a reclining patio chair, watching the object spinning above his house. He laid in the chair for over an hour. The object was incredible, gorgeous. He wished others could see it, enjoy it as he did.
     Bert began to doze off, the reverb vibrating his chair was soothing. As he closed his eyes, the sound changed. Bert grabbed his ears; the reverb emanating from the object changed pitch, got louder. Tyrell jumped up, whining as he came out on to the patio, walking in circles, bobbing his head up and down.
     Bert got out of his seat holding his ears as he realized the object was now shimmering, colors resonated off the surface.
     "Awesome," he said.
     The lawn mowers stopped, a commotion insured; screams and cries filled the neighborhood. Others could see it now, he wasn't crazy. He raised his phone and saw that it was now able to see the object.
     "What took so long," he said, "Why could I see it so much longer?" Tyrell barked and ran back inside the house. Bert laughed.
     It was a good day. Pending possible vaporization by the alien object.




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