It was late, and the road was dark. Gary turned the radio up and wound the window down to keep himself awake. The trees flashed past like white ghosts, lit up by his headlights.
“Who, who, who aaaaare you,” he sang, out of key and slightly off the beat.
The song stopped abruptly. There was a short burst of static, then silence. The car stopped at the same moment, the lights went out and Gary jerked forward against his seatbelt.
He sat in darkness for a moment, panting, shocked. Then the road ahead was flooded with light.
“Woah,” Gary whispered. He unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the door and stepped out into the road, looking up.
There was a huge disc floating above him, spinning slowly and silently.
Gary laughed. It was surreal. “Take me to your leader,” he shouted.
A round hole appeared in the bottom of the disc, and he stopped smiling. A beam of light shot down and enveloped him. As he started rising up into the air, he realised that it wasn’t some kind of elaborate joke. his mind started running through all the stories he’d read in cheap tabloid papers.
By the time he floated up through the hole, all he could think about was the probing. He was ready to scream.
Three figures stood waiting for him. They were tall and grey, with big black eyes and long bony fingers.
“Yo dude,” one of them said in a strange voice. “Wanna hang out?”
“We were gonna take a ride through Saturn’s rings,” the alien continued. “It’s totally trippy, man, like, literally out of this world.”
There was silence for a moment before one of the others spoke.
“He doesn’t understand. I told you the Earthlings didn’t talk like that any more, but nooo, you know everything…”
Gary stared some more.
“So, are you in or not,” the second alien asked. “Seriously, hang out with us. Few drinks, few sights. It’s cool. We’ll have you back before you know it.”
The third one finally spoke. “And take your hands off your ass, dude, we’re not into that probing schtick.”
© Kari Fay