Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner

Despite all of the previous hoaxes, he was sure the latest video of a UFO hovering over the park was the real thing. Waking up to a low-pitched hum and suspended in viscous gel the shade of mouldering bread instead of the camouflaged lean-to he’d been hiding in for the last month confirmed it. They had received his transmission.

Indeed, once the germicide clears, liquifies, and drains from the pod he will be released from the prison of blood, bone, and derma he has donned for nearly fifty years—finally, free to move about and validate the progress his peers have made in his absence.  

If all is well, the invasion may begin.

The last resort.

The final test.

They say, love is the key to life, but so far, they didn’t seem to understand what that means.   

The hum fades. The cloud clears.

In the deafening silence, he cannot help but wonder…

Will they, once and for all, set aside their differences? Stand side by side? Hand in hand? Join together for the highest good of all concerned?

We shall see.

We shall see.

Thank you to Lyn, author of  THE CALL OF THE PEN,  for sharing the photo and the Write Now Prompt that prompted this little ditty.

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