Tami Parker Fantasy Author & Other Duties as Assigned

Finish The Story – UFO

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Join in for a lighthearted, no-pressure writing prompt. Leave your perfectionist at the door and follow a dangling story thread to see where it leads you.

I always post my story doodle in the comments, and I’d absolutely love to see yours as well if you feel comfortable sharing it!

It flashed through the sky and then it was gone. Lucy was sure she had seen a UFO and was equally sure aliens were here to secretly make contact with a human being. Maybe they would choose her. Maybe she would get to visit their ship. Maybe …

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  • It flashed through the sky and then it was gone. Lucy was sure she had seen a UFO and was equally sure aliens were here to secretly make contact with a human being. Maybe they would choose her. Maybe she would get to visit their ship. Maybe she wasn’t actually Lucy Herfeld from Billings, Arkansas. Maybe she was really a lost alien princess.

    Maybe maybe maybe.

    If it was true, they never stopped. Never looked for her. Never saved her from a life of corn fields and mediocrity.

    Childhood fantasy gave way to youthful dreams. Maybe she could be a famous fashion designer and make clothes worn by the rich and famous.

    That maybe died when her teacher caught her drawing in class and showed her simple scrawls to the whole class. Heat burned her ears as her classmates laughed. “Stick with math, Lucy. You’ll never be anything if you don’t get your grades up.”

    Then Dad went off to war. She ran a finger along the edge of his last postcard and thought maybe she could be a fighter pilot and fly in the war.

    That maybe died when a simple test of blue circles told her she was colorblind.

    She braided her hair and wore a tie-dyed bandana and thought maybe she would work for greenpeace and save the world.

    That maybe died when she realized she was pregnant at 15, the father unwilling to put his dreams of becoming a nature photographer on hold to help raise a baby.

    By the time she was 22, she’d given up on maybe.

    She went to work. Put in her hours. Deposited her paycheck and then almost immediately withdrew it to pay for the bills.

    The one bright spot in her life was Dylan, her little angel.

    She watched him cry, crawl, stand, walk, and finally run full-speed into her heart.

    The hours at work were for him, not her.

    The lonely weekends when she couldn’t join friends for drinks or events because she couldn’t afford a babysitter? They were for him.

    Then, one day about the time he turned 10, he asked her a question.

    “Maybe I can be a policeman, mommy.”

    There it was again. That hated word. That awful, horrible “maybe”.

    She felt the answer on the tip of her tongue. “You can be anything you want, baby,” she almost said.

    She swallowed the phrase back and it tasted like bitter ash.

    She looked into his earnest brown eyes, brimming with maybes that hadn’t yet died.

    She swallowed past the lump in her throat and took his hand. “Maybe you can,” she finally said. “Do you think we should visit the police station and ask them what they do there? I’ll bet we can learn a lot about them!”

    The maybe in his eyes bloomed and she felt something in her own heart loosen and unfurl. Some old maybe that she’d thought long-dead.

    The next day she bought a refurbished sewing machine. Maybe she could find some unused bolts of cloth to practice on at one of the local garage sales.

    Maybe.

  • It flashed through the sky and then it was gone. Lucy was sure she had seen a UFO and was equally sure aliens were here to secretly make contact with a human being. Maybe they would choose her. Maybe she would get to visit their ship. Maybe she would try to make them laugh. She was funny, she knew she could be funny. If they just gave her a chance, she knew she could make them laugh. She could make them like her.

    She paused, looking up through the window where she’d seen the light.

    Did aliens laugh? Did aliens even like jokes? She didn’t know if they did or not. This wasn’t exactly something they covered in school, though it definitely felt like it should be. Wasn’t it important for children to know whether or not aliens had a sense of humor? It certainly seemed more important than how to do long division that was for sure.

    Maybe the aliens would want to be her friend. Surely they were here visiting the earth for a reason, right? They would be looking for someone to take to their home planet with them on their ship. Sure, they might want to study her, after all, to them she would be the alien. But that would be worth it to see their ship and their planet.

    They were aliens, though. It would be nice to think that they would want to be her friend and appreciate her jokes, but as they were aliens, they might just want to study her. They might just want to poke and prod at her and not talk to her at all.

    Even that was better than staying here, though.

    She turned her head slightly as she heard the sound of the door opening. Without even thinking about it, her hands clutched her soft blanket a little tighter around her thin shoulders.

    “Lucy?” The slur in the sound of her name was a familiar one and she shut her eyes tightly, keeping her thoughts on the aliens she knew were out there.

    “Lucy, where are you?” The voice was closer now. She could tell by the way it echoed against the walls of the narrow hallway that led to her room.

    The aliens were coming. She knew they were coming. They were coming and they were going to take her away from here.

    “Lucy, if you don’t come out this inshtant, you’re gonna be in trouble!”

    The aliens were coming. They were coming right now.

    The sound of the door to her room opening was accompanied by a soft whimpering sound.

    Did that sound just come from her?

    “There you are,” the voice said. “C’mere, girl. You’re gonna get a whipping.”

    Lucy felt cold and tired, old beyond her years as she faced a bitter truth.

    There were no such things as aliens.

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