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photo courtesy of Roger Bultot
When I was an adolescent, I could sense extraterrestrials visiting Earth. I would hear a high-pitched tone in my right ear – always the right ear. The first time I heard it, I felt compelled to look to the skies and saw, far off, a shining, oblong shape. It occurred during recess, while playing with my classmates. I believed it was a spacecraft. I shared this information with my playmates. After that, I kept that information to myself. The visits continued to occur for a few years, eventually stopped. I grew up, out grew, forgot. Yesterday, I heard the ringing again.
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I hope you enjoyed reading this, as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks to Rochelle for posting the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers. Special thanks to Roger Bultot for his thought provoking photograph.
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There is a lesson in that… hearing things nobody else can hear is normally something to be quiet about… and growing up there might be a straightjacket coming.
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There is – but at 11, who knew? Thanks for taking the time to read and to comment.
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They’re back!
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We’ll see 😉 Thanks for taking the time to read and to comment.
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Chilling cliffhanger at the end. Good work.
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Thanks for reading my work and for commenting. I do love the challenge of 100 words maximum.
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Why shouldn’t some people hear or see things the majority can’t. I hope the Aliens are friendly.
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They’re back and only she knows it and can’t tell anyone. Super suspenseful, well done
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Thanks for taking the time to read my words, and for commenting!
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Dear Kathy,
An entertaining piece that left me wanting to know more. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle, for reading and taking the time to comment. I enjoyed writing it!
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