Taylor Puffin looked up. His buddies lounged around a campfire, arms around their knees. One of the two sisters by the name of Kristal strummed a plastic ukulele. Eminem played on the MP3 player. The girls sang along, mouthing the words. They fell silent.
“What is it, Tay?” His pal followed Taylor"s gaze into the sky. The evening was clear.
“Is that a cloud I see?”
“A pretty strange cloud.” Kristal shielded her eyes. Her sister leaned on her shoulder. Empty beer cans littered the campground. A half eaten hotdog lay forgotten in the ashes. The teens gaped and gazed upward.
“That"s a jet trail.”
“No, it"s bigger than that. A heck of a lot bigger. Look at the top of it.”
“I thought the Bigfoot said we couldn"t see their spaceships.”
“That"s what he said.”
This is a gift. From Errl"s K
