alien shapes in the shadows. One of them is tall and thin. The others are not.
The hiss of escaping atmosphere is getting louder, and if it takes a little longer for a moving foot to regain purchase on the earth--well. Failing gravity will do that.
Someone's blasted a meter-wide circle and X into the grass. It's charred at the edges, weeping ground water and mud.
That spotlight's straight ahead, and it's glaring off something metal. Something table-shaped. Something with a swing arm at its midpoint.
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There are willow branches in the shadows.
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alien shapes in the shadows. One of them is tall and thin. The others are not.
The hiss of escaping atmosphere is getting louder, and if it takes a little longer for a moving foot to regain purchase on the earth--well. Failing gravity will do that.
Someone's blasted a meter-wide circle and X into the grass. It's charred at the edges, weeping ground water and mud.
That spotlight's straight ahead, and it's glaring off something metal. Something table-shaped. Something with a swing arm at its midpoint.
And a figure pinned to its surface.
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