Flash fiction: The visitors
From our vantage point we watch the object fall, as if in slow motion from the depths of the universe. A mixture of tangled shiny surfaces, copper and silver jutting out - all angles, no style. Marty and I exchange incredulous looks that silently convey our agreement. I am already spinning on my heel and heading off in the direction of the dust cloud now slowly rising and dispersing. Our reckoning is that it is only 40 milion distant and sure enough, within two oras we pass o
