Flying Saucers: A Love Story
By F. Osorio
He saw her the day the saucers appeared. No one expected it. There was nothing about the day to indicate that something extraordinary would happen; the sun rose and people headed to work in its soft red light filling the city streets with cars, honks and curses. There was nothing different – nothing; until, coming around a corner, moving into the open – there, something. At first glance there was no recognition, no tinge of anything familiar, so you you look away, but it stays with you like a strong light. And in that moment of looking away and still seeing it catches, “I know that.” Looking back to confirm your suspicion you see that you see that you don't know it, but because of movies, tv, books, magazines that unknown is intimately familiar. That was how it was for him when he saw her.
She was looking up, many people were and more were beginning to. The morning light played tricks with the color reflecting gold off of the blue-gray. There was an eerie beauty to them; one that suggested salvation or destruction. Once he saw her eyes he couldn't look away, caught in a hypnotic beam, he was powerless to move. His eyes locked onto hers, and hers on the things in the sky. Nobody moved; deep in
trance, not even the sound of cars smashing into each other could shake them out of it. For awhile, the only sounds were tires screeching, metal bending, glass shattering and then nothing. Nothing moved or squeaked, no one ran or scream; everyone looking. Then with surprising grace, though still startling, she moved her head down and looked at him. As if waiting for that cue everyone started talking with eyes still locked on them. The talk had the tone of wonder and amazement, “where'd they come from?” “what do they want?” “There are so many!” They did not join the growing discussion, caught by invisible waves they saw only each other. When someone suggested, “this is the end,” panic an fear began to replace curiosity; talking grew louder and more frantic; movements jumpy and hurried, as everyone tried to get somewhere else. It was that unidentified fear that compels people to run it the same direction without knowing what from.
If you weren't looking you would have missed the small crescent opening: an invitation. He responded in kind. When the sea of people reached its most turbulent, they started to move towards each other. Through the shifting masses of people, pushing and shoving for every step, the distance seemed nearly impossible, while up above they remained motionless. When they made it to each other, came face to face, a hum filled the air. Low ad soft, it penetrated into everything adding something childish to the city and its people. They took another step, deaf to the sound of the crowd, only listening to the hum, and they began to feel a warmth move into them, soft and dull like the hum. It seemed an invitation to take another step, and they did. Reaching their hands out to take the other's and feel the heat, stronger now. Their smiles growing bigger and the heat more intense. Then....
Nothing. There was nothing to move or squeak; no one to run or scream. The city was empty except for the buildings and streets. No eyes were turned to the sky to watch as the saucers slowly left.
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By F. Osorio
He saw her the day the saucers appeared. No one expected it. There was nothing about the day to indicate that something extraordinary would happen; the sun rose and people headed to work in its soft red light filling the city streets with cars, honks and curses. There was nothing different – nothing; until, coming around a corner, moving into the open – there, something. At first glance there was no recognition, no tinge of anything familiar, so you you look away, but it stays with you like a strong light. And in that moment of looking away and still seeing it catches, “I know that.” Looking back to confirm your suspicion you see that you see that you don't know it, but because of movies, tv, books, magazines that unknown is intimately familiar. That was how it was for him when he saw her.
She was looking up, many people were and more were beginning to. The morning light played tricks with the color reflecting gold off of the blue-gray. There was an eerie beauty to them; one that suggested salvation or destruction. Once he saw her eyes he couldn't look away, caught in a hypnotic beam, he was powerless to move. His eyes locked onto hers, and hers on the things in the sky. Nobody moved; deep in
trance, not even the sound of cars smashing into each other could shake them out of it. For awhile, the only sounds were tires screeching, metal bending, glass shattering and then nothing. Nothing moved or squeaked, no one ran or scream; everyone looking. Then with surprising grace, though still startling, she moved her head down and looked at him. As if waiting for that cue everyone started talking with eyes still locked on them. The talk had the tone of wonder and amazement, “where'd they come from?” “what do they want?” “There are so many!” They did not join the growing discussion, caught by invisible waves they saw only each other. When someone suggested, “this is the end,” panic an fear began to replace curiosity; talking grew louder and more frantic; movements jumpy and hurried, as everyone tried to get somewhere else. It was that unidentified fear that compels people to run it the same direction without knowing what from.
If you weren't looking you would have missed the small crescent opening: an invitation. He responded in kind. When the sea of people reached its most turbulent, they started to move towards each other. Through the shifting masses of people, pushing and shoving for every step, the distance seemed nearly impossible, while up above they remained motionless. When they made it to each other, came face to face, a hum filled the air. Low ad soft, it penetrated into everything adding something childish to the city and its people. They took another step, deaf to the sound of the crowd, only listening to the hum, and they began to feel a warmth move into them, soft and dull like the hum. It seemed an invitation to take another step, and they did. Reaching their hands out to take the other's and feel the heat, stronger now. Their smiles growing bigger and the heat more intense. Then....
Nothing. There was nothing to move or squeak; no one to run or scream. The city was empty except for the buildings and streets. No eyes were turned to the sky to watch as the saucers slowly left.
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