looked around nervously. The storm beginning to form overhead, the
occasional lighting strikes in the distance, the crack of thunder, all this
added to his sense of fear, as well as frustration. As he made his
way thought the tick of woods that was the outer sections of his family farm,
he fingered the trigger of his old shotgun. If any of those things
sprang out at me
, he though to himself, I’d know what to do
lowly, he made his
way through a tick of bushes as another flash of lighting streaked overhead.
The eerie red glow in the distance reminded him that this was no ordinary
Halloween night. The radio had said that America had been invaded,
and that the…aliens, or whatever the radio announcer called them, were killing
everything in sight. Another crack of thunder and Tom almost dropped
the shotgun. He had seen strange things going on around his farm for
days now. The corn on the outer acres refused to grow, the cows had
all gone dry, the chickens stopped laying. His neighbors kept telling
him it was because Tom was a bad farmer. Not that he didn’t understand
how to farm, he had learned it from his father and his grandfather, but
of all the MacRories of Hanson County, Tom was, well…towns foke just said
that Tom was not blessed in the brains department. “Well now I’ll
shows them,” he said to himself. “Not bein a good farmer, when it’s
these aliens running about.” He though how they laughed at him when
he reported the strange lights he had seen out in his fields, but now the
truth was known.
nother flash of lighting
cut across the sky and as it lighted the horizon Tom froze in horror.
Their, silhouetted against the night sky was one of them alien machines,
standing tall and menacing, looking over the town ahead. No you
, Tom though to himself, you not gonna get this town
And he opened up both barrels of the shotgun on the titan…
he next morning, Sheriff
Bill Thompson, along with two farm hands, Larry Fillmore and Bill Watson,
stood around the remains of Tom’s charred body. The two electrical
cables from the high-tension tower directly overhead were still wrapped
around his body.
“Dam fool,” said Bill Watson, “what do you think he was
Sheriff Thompson just shook his head. “Looks like he was shooting
at the power cables, but why?”
“Never can tell when it came ta old Tom,” Larry Fillmore
“Well the M.E. should be here any time now, so I guess
all we can do is sit and wait,” the Sheriff added.
As the three men stood there a squad car from the towns sheriff’s office
drove up and the Sheriff’s deputy stepped out.
“I just got back from Martha’s. Said that Tom here
though we were being invaded by Martians.”
“That old fool!” said Bill Watson. “Everybody know
that was just some radio show from New York.”
“Stupid to the end,” Larry Fillmore added. “Must
have though this tower was one of those Martian machines.”
“He must of fired off at the top of it,” the Sheriff’s
deputy added, “hit the power cables and electrocuted himself.”
Sheriff Thompson just scratched his head, giving a little laugh.
“That’s old Tom for ya.”
uddenly, and to the
small group of men’s astonishment, a bright green meteorite, with a bright
green tail of mist following behind it, tour across the morning sky.
he invasion had begun…