The Flying Saucer

Prompt: A flying saucer has been sighted over your town. You have never believed in flying saucers, but then you see it for yourself and…what happens next.

 I was walking home from school that day. It was a nice windy September, and overhead were dotted clouds in the soothing blue sky. I was really glad school was over; I never really liked my teachers who often were disappointed in me (they’re more ‘disappointed’ in my attitude to work with others). As I crossed the last bridged toward my home, I heard a small buzzing noise. I glanced at my side, thinking it was a beetle or some sort. I hate bugs. I hate anything remotely buzzing, so when I turned my head to look for that blasted bug that made the buzzing noise, I was shocked.

A flying saucer was looming far in the distance! My eyes tried to narrow to sharpen the image, and no matter how many times I rubbed my eyes, I couldn’t erase the image. That object was real.  

I stood frozen on the bridge, hearing the buzzing noise of the UFO. It can’t be real, y’know? Aliens don’t exits! I mean, I do think that life on other planets is a plausible idea, the universe being big and gigantic after all, but to come to lil’ old Earth is unnatural. Why Earth of all places…? 

Suddenly, the flying saucer flew out of the sky and into the blue void. I watched as it zoomed and buzzed it’s way past the clouds before disappearing completely.  

I realized I didn’t take a picture. 


Eyes of Others

Perspective assignment: A waitress welcomes an elderly regular as he takes his seat at the counter in the diner. The man just got word his wife is dying of cancer. The cook watches through the order window.

The waitress, a young, 19 year-old girl from a small town, lead an elderly regular man to his usual seat; the counter. She had seen him multiple times before, as she had for the past year she worked here, and had wonderful conversations with the old man. He often talked about his wife and his grandchildren. About how proud he was for raising such a happy family. She sometimes felt saddened, since her own mother had died when she was young and her father was rarely home. However, it didn’t deter her from being interested in the stories the man had told.

The man, an old 76 year-old British gentleman, had walked in the café. He hoped for some solace as he heard from his wife that she is dying from cancer. He quietly thanked the waitress, who reminded him of his own daughter, and walked up toward his usual seat at the counter. He paused. He didn’t know what to do with the newfound information from his wife, and he was too tired and too weak to do anything. He had told his family about what had happened, and they, too, were struck with sadness. After he had told them and his wife stuck in a hospital, he figured he’d rest here to find comfort. After all, what better place to find some ease than his favorite café; the place he met the love of his life.

The cook watches from his window. He knew the old man; he has been here as long as he could, yet the man seemed to be here longer than him. The cook was 35 years-old, who worked here his whole life, seeing as his family owned this quaint café. He always dreamed of becoming a chief of a popular restaurant, but being here with his family and this calming life, was more than he could ever ask. The cook did know the man, as a child and up till now. He also knew his wife that would come in everyday with him. But today, she wasn’t here. The cook sensed something wrong and didn’t need to ask to know what happened. Instead, he cooked up a soothing meal and a nice cup of tea. He personally presented the food, giving the old gentleman a small surprise. “I know it’s tough, but hey, we always make it through.”