He’d been a garage mechanic in the busy end of town for far too long. It wasn’t the life he wanted. So, when he saw the farm come onto the market, he upped stumps and settled into a completely different lifestyle. It was only a small property in a remote location, but it was perfect. During the first few weeks of getting organised, he spent a lot of quiet moments enjoying the solitude; the peace and quiet of the environment. Little did he know that it wouldn’t last.
It was a cold night and he was tucked up in his warm bed. He’d been asleep for a couple of hours when a disturbance woke him. It started with a horrible droning sound. Soft at first, then growing louder. Then the lights, great brilliant flashes every two or three seconds. He got up and looked out of the window. He couldn’t see anything in the front yard, except for the intermittent flashing lighting everything up. Whatever it was, it was coming from the back. Shivering with the night air, he got dressed quickly and went to the back door. The droning had changed pitch and was now a dull humming noise. He opened the door and walked out. He was looking at a giant saucer. It was a huge metallic craft giving off bursts of blazing light. He could just make out several figures emerging from some unseen part of it. These extremely ugly alien creatures seemed to be beckoning to him.
He closed his eyes tight, turned and went back in. Slamming the door hard, he stood leaning with his back to it for several minutes. When he opened them, he saw that the flashing had stopped and the thing was making different noises. Suddenly, there was a great whooshing sound, followed by utter silence. He stepped outside and looked up into the night sky. There was nothing.
The next day was a busy one. He arranged to have the farm put up for sale, sold his truck, packed his bags and caught a flight back to the city. To hell with aliens! he thought. If the offer was still there, he’d fix tractors for his uncle.
