He had no idea how much time had passed while he lay in the tranquil dimness. No words confusing his mind, no voices filtering into his thoughts, to twist and warp his perception. He let his body relax, let his limbs, still quivering with exhaustion, recover. Tiredness crept over him but he was cold now, too cold to sleep and his bed was waiting. He sat up and looked around. What was he doing here, in the dark? This place, this car was unfamiliar and he shivered. Continue reading
Keith fastened his seat belt. Lockhart and the rest of the team were still talking, voices muted as they completed final checks before boarding. After ten days the search was close to ending.
No one in Headquarters had questioned the recent activities, despite Colonel Freeman’s preoccupied demeanour and Foster’s reposting to the safety of Moonbase They must have known something was amiss, but they accepted the curt explanation that Straker had been involved in a car crash and was recuperating. Continue reading
Alec Freeman locked the door and sat, arms folded and grimacing. ‘This is taking too long. What the hell is going wrong?’
‘You knew it was going to be hard. We both did. Look. He’s tough. It might take longer, but we’ll find him. We have to.’ Virginia poured a whisky and handed it over. ‘We have to hang on. There’s no other option.’
‘Failure? It could come down to that, you know. We should think about what we might have to do if we don’t…’ Alec gulped his drink and put the empty glass down on the table. He leaned back, stretching with weariness. Continue reading
Lockhart handed over the component. ‘No prints, nothing of any use.’
‘Have you checked it?’ Freeman held the small flash drive up to the light, staring at it as if hoping to find something the security team had missed. It was a cheap brand, freely available in supermarkets and online, the blue plastic wiped clean, no fingerprints at all, not that they expected any. There was no point in wasting energy trying to track its source, far better to spend the time trying to analyse the contents. Continue reading
‘Colonel? A word please.’ Ford beckoned to Alec Freeman.
‘Not sure. It’s Commander Straker’s car – ’
‘Let me see.’ Freeman pulled the monitor around and stared at the screen, frowning. ‘Call it.’ Continue reading
He looked at his watch again. 04.47 hours. And he was still awake. He turned over, restlessly, trying to get comfortable on the bed, but whenever he closed his eyes, whenever sleep crept up on him, he awoke with a jolt, sure that there was someone in the room, someone there, just standing, just watching. In the end he gave up trying to sleep.
A UFO Fairy Tale
Usual disclaimers apply.. with a pinch of disbelief and a lot of fairy dust
Warning: The Grimm brothers have a lot to answer for. Continue reading
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The roads were busy with revellers heading into town to celebrate, noisy groups of party-goers filling the evening with their shrieks of laughter and the once pristine snow covering the carpark when he arrived three days ago was now little more than a thin covering of slush spattering the windscreen with clods of brown half-rotted ice. Continue reading
He knew he was dreaming; there was a part of him that was separate, watching from the sidelines as the young boy sat beside the fireplace opening the present from his parents then looking up at them, his eyes wide with delight. He saw the young officer polishing the silver napkin rings at the table, his elderly parents sitting beside him, chatting about work and friends, delighted to have him home for the holidays. Continue reading
The main control room, and yet it was not. So different, so very different. Oh it was SHADO, there was no questioning that, but these people were not his, this was not his Control room. His SHADO was not a jumble of burnt out and wrecked consoles, of exhausted and filthy staff clustered around the few remaining machines that still seemed to be active. Wires and cables looping from broken conduits and from spaces between blackened ceiling tiles. No one in uniform, only one or two faces that he recognised. The alarms were sounding and yet no one was reacting, as if they were past caring or were too numb to react. Continue reading