went on foot.
A shine over a rise further back in the f ield caught her eye, a brightness that illuminated from behind the hill. It rose higher, higher again, and she leaned forward over the steering wheel to stare at it in fascination. Was it going to clear the hill, rise up in the sky?
Fumbling in the glove box, she kept her gaze on the glow as she sought out the camera, pulling it from the glove box and angling it to her eyes. She started clicking, catching the rising light, catching the thin laser beams that angled towards it.
Then it all went dark.
Blinking, she raised her head, peering out the rain-spattered windscreen.
The red and green laser beams cut through the bushes again, the glow flared to life.
Getting out, she moved to the front of the van to take several more shots. This time the light didn’t move, just glowed behind the hill. She waited for several more minutes but it didn’t move.
Never one to back down from a discovery, Bree took a small can of hair spray from the cupboard in the back and stuck it in her back pocket, before locking the van and slinging the strap of the camera around her neck. Carefully, she climbed over the wire fence, glad she was wearing long pants. Not that she ever hunted in shorts or dresses, some of the places she’d crawled in the search for UFOs had not been kind to bare skin.
The tightly-strung wire fence was a challenge but she managed by slinging one leg over and basically almost falling over the other side. Carefully she trudged onwards, not wanting to use the small torch unless it was necessary. The field wasn’t even by any means and she stumbled several times, but keeping her gaze on the light over the hill, she kept moving forward.
It was further than she realised and by the time she got to it, she was breathing a little harder and feeling decidedly warmer. The light patter of chill rain was almost welcome on her cheeks.
This time she had to use the little torch, but she kept the glow dull, covering it with a blue handkerchief she kept for the purpose. It was enough to see the ground, but not well, and she fell onto one knee, sliding a little in the mud.
Swearing beneath her breath, she got back up, ignoring the soggy wetness of the material clinging unpleasantly to her knee.
No woman every found the truth by being a wiener.
N earing the top of the hill, her heart started to beat faster with excitement. The glow was still there, big and bright. The red and green thin laser beams cut through the tops of the trees, flicking this way and that, one from either side.
A signalling mechanism, perhaps? A way the aliens guided each other? Must have bloody poor eye sight for that, mind you. Lasers to guide the way when there’s a ruddy great light out here?
Grinning a little, she looked up. About ten more feet and- shit!
The glow vanished, leaving her in pitch blackness. There was a faint whine, a snap of branches, and the lasers disappeared.
“No. No no no !” Bree scrambled the remainder of the distance up the hill, topping the rise to stare around.
Nothing. Yanking the handkerchief from the torch, she flashed the light around , revealing nothing but trees, bushes and soggy ground. She aimed the light downwards to the bottom of the hill, but it showed nothing.
Cursing, she slid hurriedly down the hill, almost slipping and going the rest of the way on her b um. She came to a halt at the bottom of the hill with one hand braced on the ground, one leg outstretched, the other bent with her mud-laden sneaker gripping the ground precariously.
Straightening, she angled her head, straining to hear anything that would give her any indication of who - or what - might still be around.
Silence .
Light to the ground, she studied her surroundings as she moved forward. No burn marks, no round patches of disturbed soil, but the light could have come from further away so she moved proceeded carefully, sweeping the ground
A shine over a rise further back in the f ield caught her eye, a brightness that illuminated from behind the hill. It rose higher, higher again, and she leaned forward over the steering wheel to stare at it in fascination. Was it going to clear the hill, rise up in the sky?
Fumbling in the glove box, she kept her gaze on the glow as she sought out the camera, pulling it from the glove box and angling it to her eyes. She started clicking, catching the rising light, catching the thin laser beams that angled towards it.
Then it all went dark.
Blinking, she raised her head, peering out the rain-spattered windscreen.
The red and green laser beams cut through the bushes again, the glow flared to life.
Getting out, she moved to the front of the van to take several more shots. This time the light didn’t move, just glowed behind the hill. She waited for several more minutes but it didn’t move.
Never one to back down from a discovery, Bree took a small can of hair spray from the cupboard in the back and stuck it in her back pocket, before locking the van and slinging the strap of the camera around her neck. Carefully, she climbed over the wire fence, glad she was wearing long pants. Not that she ever hunted in shorts or dresses, some of the places she’d crawled in the search for UFOs had not been kind to bare skin.
The tightly-strung wire fence was a challenge but she managed by slinging one leg over and basically almost falling over the other side. Carefully she trudged onwards, not wanting to use the small torch unless it was necessary. The field wasn’t even by any means and she stumbled several times, but keeping her gaze on the light over the hill, she kept moving forward.
It was further than she realised and by the time she got to it, she was breathing a little harder and feeling decidedly warmer. The light patter of chill rain was almost welcome on her cheeks.
This time she had to use the little torch, but she kept the glow dull, covering it with a blue handkerchief she kept for the purpose. It was enough to see the ground, but not well, and she fell onto one knee, sliding a little in the mud.
Swearing beneath her breath, she got back up, ignoring the soggy wetness of the material clinging unpleasantly to her knee.
No woman every found the truth by being a wiener.
N earing the top of the hill, her heart started to beat faster with excitement. The glow was still there, big and bright. The red and green thin laser beams cut through the tops of the trees, flicking this way and that, one from either side.
A signalling mechanism, perhaps? A way the aliens guided each other? Must have bloody poor eye sight for that, mind you. Lasers to guide the way when there’s a ruddy great light out here?
Grinning a little, she looked up. About ten more feet and- shit!
The glow vanished, leaving her in pitch blackness. There was a faint whine, a snap of branches, and the lasers disappeared.
“No. No no no !” Bree scrambled the remainder of the distance up the hill, topping the rise to stare around.
Nothing. Yanking the handkerchief from the torch, she flashed the light around , revealing nothing but trees, bushes and soggy ground. She aimed the light downwards to the bottom of the hill, but it showed nothing.
Cursing, she slid hurriedly down the hill, almost slipping and going the rest of the way on her b um. She came to a halt at the bottom of the hill with one hand braced on the ground, one leg outstretched, the other bent with her mud-laden sneaker gripping the ground precariously.
Straightening, she angled her head, straining to hear anything that would give her any indication of who - or what - might still be around.
Silence .
Light to the ground, she studied her surroundings as she moved forward. No burn marks, no round patches of disturbed soil, but the light could have come from further away so she moved proceeded carefully, sweeping the ground
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