Signs: Of Thermal

A Story by Abishai100

Fictional portrait of extra-terrestrial fascination and Earthling (small town New England) inquiry for distances to simplified juxtaposition.

Signs (Mel Gibson) inspired extra-terrestrials media. Happy Holidays (thanks for reading)!

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Three individuals were strangely tied in a special Autumn season of incomplete-distances readings of the leviathan/uncertainty of Earthling life post-views of a bizarre video-spotlighted image of a highly-unusual grouping of sky-soaring lights emitted by unidentified flying objects (UFOs) in the American Homeland. This is their story. Follow along (Selfie-like!).

SHELBYE: I was watching the videos uploaded on social media and began chatting with my two new New England small town cohorts and knew instantly this was to be my Earthling foray into things not otherwise of (any) interest for a simply happy American waitress, and maybe I started having a crush on one of my human race cohorts (Facebook-like maybe).

AMLAN: As I furiously jotted and entered my notes in my phone pad, I knew this was something that would set my eyes keen for intuition of the brain for science-fiction fantasy, something that always intrigued me, since my boyhood years and studies and video views at Dartmouth (New England) pre-cognition of this New England small town 'adventure' of the leviathan/uncertainty brand (Selfie-like).

DAVE: Well, I honestly ain't the kind of truck driver man of the Homeland (America) to indulge in whimsical buddy-relations with two small town strangers, albeit strangers of my area/hometown; but there I was watching these UFO sightings videos/images on social media (e.g., YouTube) and knew that Amlan/Shelbye had become my roadie inquirers and formed a trio-bond, perhaps of the superstitions kind; and I knew this was something that stirred that Earthling faces IQ for all things simply dodecahedron (or completely alien)...Selfie-like!

PSYCHIATRIST: You mentioned you were reading in library about obesity and abduction delusions.

AMLAN: Look, I know I trust you as my therapist, but those lights looked damned real, friend!

PSYCHIATRIST: Perchance you're forming unnatural distances-closings with Shelbye/Dave.

AMLAN: This is better (or deeper?) than Roswell-things, doc...I know what I feel (damn).

PSYCHIATRIST: Maybe the Devil's pulling a bad trick on you, your friends, your small town.

AMLAN: Facebook-like (wow).

Amlan and Dave and Shelbye opted to test their special consciousness for other-worldly superstition and made a special tracking linked (using clues/cues) search for any sign that the pilots of those UFOs sighted and recorded for social media would be (somehow!) trekking through (half-invisibly!) in their small town (New England) area looking for spy-game evidence of human race hypnosis, perhaps to be mad scientists of some Martian variety and decided to simply skulk around behind houses and fences thinking the spaceship pilots who emitted those grouped lights just might be thinking backyard-voyeurism for very-odd eyeing. They decided to do this for 3 straight days, and on the 2nd day, they spotted an alien, a specter right out of a science-fiction mystery...or ghost story (hmmm). They kept it secret (Selfie-like).

AMLAN: I'm getting to my old Earthling arms of sanity inside here.

SHELBYE: A sports card store, love?
DAVE: Maybe Amlan's right-on with some sanity-maintenance deed/action.

AMLAN: Maybe the alien(s) can veer-off thinking we're too Earth-activity mired.

SHELBYE: Exorcism through neglect of presence (hmmm).

DAVE: Hey, it might be better than examination of signs-depths, maybe.

AMLAN: Facebook-like (let's think calm/consumerism/jitters/life).

SHELBYE: Me thinks you may be a wise-man (ok).

DAVE: I love baseball cards (e.g., Royals stuff).

We won't tell you how this stranger faerie-tale ends, but we can tell you that Amlan and Shelbye and Dave developed a lifelong bond in their 'charmed' New England small town of incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of brain-perception of Earthling-life (wow). Two years later, Amlan was enjoying some town pie at a dive and thought-back on the sighting(s)...and thanked the lucky-stars that he managed to keep-simple for simply human world change (for the Ego).