I remember the day we were collected. It was the 21st day of September in the earth year 2002. An early autumn day, It smelled of fresh rain and damp earth, of green leaves tinged with orange and red.
No matter how long I live, I’ll remember that day. I remember that day so clearly, so vividly. It was one of those rare days that while experiencing it, you wish could last forever. It might have lasted forever but they came to collect us. I always think of Earth while waiting. Waiting is the hard part. Doing is the easy part.
The sky was a brilliant blue dotted with puffy white clouds. The air was cool and fresh. We walked to school along streets lined by pastel houses with yards full of orange and red and yellow mums. The flowers filled the air with a fresh perfume. The barbeques filled the air with smoke.
The creature pointed toward the dark, gaping maw of a giant vat. "Into the sauce, boys," he said. "Marinade is essential." How well I remember his words, the smells, that day.
Ever the little gentleman, I helped my friends step up, one by one, reassuring them that it would all be fine. Once they were swimming in the honey-garlic goo, I smiled over my shoulder at the creature. "Enough?"
"Another half dozen," it said. "Do you want the Exalted One to go away hungry on his one visit to this solar system?"
I headed to the schoolyard on wings of flower-scented breeze. Yes, I remember that day. How well I remember it.
Opening: Dave.....Continuation: J.E. Barnard