The Encounter
Looking up at the night sky, he sees the multi-colored lights streaking across the Aurora Borealis, enhancing and blending with it, yet making itself plainly independent from the exhibition of nature. A tree- and ground-shaking boom accompanies the streak. This is the fourth U.F.O. Karl has seen in his life. “Maybe it's something from K.I. Sawyer Air Force Base,” he mutters under his breath. “Sawyer's always putting strange looking, noisy things into the air.”
His feet become tangled in a gnarled pine root, causing him to fall onto his hands and knees, he's watching the sky so intently. Now undergrowth and the leafy ground is all he sees. A large fern gently slaps him in the face. He glances back up in time to see it disappear behind the tree line, but misses its direction
