Feral UFOs

Edge of Humanity Magazine

6 months ago

“It rose up from the Earth like a feral UFO. I swear,” said Kaiden.

“You’re just aggravated that you had to get up early. You wanted to sleep late, and don’t pour anything but distilled water on my amaryllis, it will die. I’ve been babying that thing. It’s beautiful, and I want it to stay that way,” his mother told him.

“It might have been a feral UFO. The tame ones are common these days. They fly fast and perform in multiples of threes. They liked to start off with three, go fast to the east, switch direction, add six, appear north with nine, finish south with twelve or eighteen in perfect rows. Then vanish with a flourish, sometimes a flash,” Kaiden said. At eleven, he was somewhat of an expert.

Tame UFOs had rows of light and twirled like they were feeling fancy as if they were inspired by marching bands. Field commanders and directors could learn a thing or two from UFOs if they paid attention. Apparently, the UFOs were paying attention to them.

The feral UFOs were a different story. They were unpredictable in form and function. The most accurate records in existence of the crafts and their inhabitants were middle school boys’ drawings. They were as varied as the artists, and most of them ended up shredded and torn in trash cans. The more unruly the child, the more accurate the drawing. Feral attracted feral.

It made sense to pay attention to wild things.

Text © Devonne Parsons