Almost every day I see neighborhood folks walking their dogs. Just this morning an older couple stopped in
the road and both were looking up into the trees next door. They stood there for quite some time, each
with a hand up by their eyebrows, like a visor blocking the sun.
From my window I couldn’t see what they were looking at, but
they stared at it for so long it must have been something. My plan was to stop them on their way back
and ask them what it was they were seeing.
They, apparently made their way back while I was in the shower. I never caught up to them.
My father-in-law was a volunteer firefighter. He always had an emergency radio going in his
house. The problem with the radio was,
you never heard the end of the story.
You never got to find out what happened.
It wasn’t like listening to a radio program, telling some story. They only talked on this radio when they
needed to give instruction or report a situation.
So now, I sit here forever wondering what was up in the
tree. What did they see? An Eagle, perhaps? Possibly a very small flying saucer that had
gotten stuck in the branches…
Who’s to say?
Maybe I'll think twice before I put another story on here that doesn't have an ending.
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