PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Since so many wondered what happened in last week’s story, I decided to write another chapter in it. If you missed it, you can find it here.
Steve’s parrot, Georgie’s, “Hello!” woke him from his La-z-boy dozing. Georgie greeted every visitor when she heard them at the door. Steve wondered who it was, hoping it was Martha. It had been weeks.
The fisheye revealed noone; but what was this on the floor? At first it looked like paper, but it glowed like starlight. Steve stooped to pick it up.
Martha’s handwriting read, “I convinced them to come back for you. Meet me at Steeplechase at noon. Don’t be afraid of what you see. Love, Martha. P.S. Bring Georgie.”
At noon, from the clouds, the ship silently descended.
There is no way Georgie is in the bag. Imagine she is sitting on Steve’s left knee.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the storyteller extraordinaire of Friday Fictioneers.