Skip and the Alien
Kenneth Pobo
Skip says that while walking across
the Ritter’s cornfield on a Sunday morning under a blue catcher’s mitt sky, he met an alien. He liked this being, not a creature exactly, not human, nothing as dreary as that. Skip got a kindness vibration, something he knew little of. Most of life to him was someone filling his boots with mud, then making him walk to Dean’s Food World. The Alien stood alone, well, not standing, more of a spreading, like a warm June afternoon. For a moment he thought “This Alien is God” and maybe he should cramp down to his knees and pray, but he disliked praying--the Alien didn’t seem to require worship. Skip waved goodbye when the Alien disappeared like a mosquito behind a silo. Sad, he wondered if they could’ve been friends, tossing invisible ropes to planets all over the galaxy, letting them know each was loved. |