Thursday, October 06, 2005

Will-o'-the-Wisp, Part 2 (Fiction)

Last night, as the early hours of darkness settled, Andy dragged his overflowing trash cans toward the road. Casually, his eyes swept across the far hills where ground met glittering sky. Andy spotted the top of Orion's belt. Already, the winter constellations were rising.

At first, he failed to register the oddity. But recognition rumbled into his brain a moment later. His feet skittered. He stopped. As they often did before the frosts, the crickets sang restlessly around him.

Andy peered into the distance. His forehead wrinkled in bewilderment.

It was a glowing sphere. Bouncing and circling over the grass. The light was diffuse and gentle, like moonlight trickled into a cloud. It danced and spiraled--playful, mischievous, too swift for hands. Andy's eyes chased the blurred movements.

The crickets droned on.

Nothing his brain pieced together could explain what he was seeing. He released the cans and stepped forward, leaving the safety of his lit windows. He rubbed his hands on his jeans. He squinted, then eased back onto his heels.

And he wondered what the hell the thing might be.

On to Part 3
Back to Part 1

Based on the legend of the Will-o'-the-Wisp


anne said...

No! Don't go out! Whatever it is is not your friend!

Luke said...

Oooh .. I likes this stuff ... I'll be back to read more.

Anonymous said...

Anne, sure, he could go back inside, but that wouldn't be any fun now, would it?

Luke, thanks. I'll be a frequent visitor on your two blogs also.

forgottenmachine said...

Just how deep does this rabbit hole go..........

Anonymous said...

I guess certain people are prone to investigate.

Chemical Billy said...

Oh, no - into the dark with you, Andy!