The news was bleak
The prospects dim.
Across the field resplendent in lavender bloom
The boy watched as the metal objects
Floated inexplicably in the air above the city.
In the panic of their arrival he had grabbed
The rabbit that was for dinner
Placing it in a waste paper basket
The irony didn’t escape the rabbit.
The noise deafening
The sight mesmerising
The future suddenly ceased to be of interest
It was a feeling of how long.
The metal objects hovered over the city
A streak of blue light from the lead ship
A puff of smoke, the boy knew they had hit the town hall.
A voice boomed out:
“Now we have your attention, people of earth pay heed.
The Sun God Inter Galactic Freeway and Toll Gate
Is due to be built through your atmosphere
You’ll hardly notice it
For you the sun will still shine
On Wednesdays mostly
And we appreciate your cooperation, as it will provide
A speedy access to the Waylayers galaxy.
I know you haven’t discovered it yet
So you’re in for a surprise when you do.”
The boy gulped
The metal objects rose into the atmosphere
In the blink of the eye gone into the heavens.
The boy looked at the rabbit, the rabbit at the boy
Suddenly the boy didn’t feel like rabbit
And placed the rabbit on the ground.
He wandered home
Stepping around the panic that was the city
People were doing what they did so well
Every man for himself.
At home his mother stared at the wall.
His father at the television.
A man as stunned as them
Read the latest government proclamation
People were to make it business as usual.
But there was no more usual
There was a lot of unusual.
The boy still holding the waste bin
Walked to his room
Locked his door and took out his Xbox.
He loved this game…