Friday, December 1, 2017

Where In (Or Out Of) the World?



As Commander Gordon guided the little craft between the Scylla of the polar vortices and the Charybdis of the equatorial winds, we were dazzled by our first view of the landing site . . .



From the module's tiny window we saw strange shapes in the methane ice that covered the surface . . .


Canals? Surely this was the work of intelligent beings! 

As we descended to the surface, a brilliant light flashed in the middle of the main canal . . . a welcome? Or a warning?

Time would tell. . .


This is where my mind goes when I'm sitting in the car looking at the melting frost in the corner of the windshield . . .

7 comments:

Barbara Rogers said...

What with the frost, there are fewer alien life forms on the other side of the glass these days. But be prepared~!

GPearson said...

Wow! I thought we were hearing the start of another of your wonderful stories! 💖

Sandra Parshall said...

A writer’s imagination never rests. Everything is material.

Darla said...

Isn't it an incredible gift to have a vivid imagination?! Sometimes I feel like the luckiest person in the world, to see something and have my mind take off into other worlds...

Jime said...

There are tiny critters in them dust bunnys under my bed.dancing and singing country rock songs. I'm aflicked also but can't write worth a toot.

katy gilmore said...

That’s a richly imaginative mind going after the frost!

Anvilcloud said...

You have a good imagination for creating stories. You should write books. :)