It was the storm that would forever change the course of human destiny.
A small, curly-haired boy sat frozen in anticipation, watching it from the edge of an old, olive-colored chair. From his seat in front of a large living room window, he peered out into the night, gazing in awe at the fierce, frequent displays of lightning which appeared in stark contrast to the blackness of the dark, western night. Many of the vengeful flashes reached for the ground, while other multi-forked lightning bolts stretched across the sinister sky as far as the eye could see. Henry’s parents had long ago abandoned any hope of keeping the curious boy away from the window completely during such storms, so they had struck a compromise…the six-year old would sit in a chair well away from the window, yet close enough that he still maintained a commanding view. While Henry took in the fabulous fireworks that lit up the night sky outside their home, his parents went about their daily routine, seemingly oblivious to the commotion outside. His father sat back in his recliner and quietly read War of the Worlds, while his mother busily worked to finish a sweater she’d been knitting for over a month. “Wow!” Henry yelled out, pointing towards the window. “That one had like five forks—it was huge!” The boy’s eyes lit up, wide with wonder as a thunderous boom reverberated throughout the house. Jake Summers looked at his son and smiled, fondly remembering a time when, many years earlier, he had been the little boy sitting by the window, wondering at the awesome, raw power of nature on display. The flashes of lightning and the booming thunder continued to intensify as Henry watched the ferocious storm come closer and closer. Two hundred yards away from the house, several trees stood on top of a tall hill. The boy watched closely in anticipation, expecting that the lightning would at any moment strike one of them. That’s when he first saw it; an object, illuminated by the abundant lightning that surrounded it, was floating quietly above the tree line. In the brief seconds during which it was visible, the object had appeared to be a round, metallic craft of some sort. The lightning quickly disappeared however, immediately plunging the sky back into darkness so that he could not be certain what he had seen. He continued looking toward the tree line, hoping to catch another glimpse of the object during the next flash of lightning. Suddenly, there was another huge flash of light, except this time it wasn’t lightning. A loud noise that sounded like a small explosion soon followed the flash. Everyone in the house had heard it, and Jake Summers wasted no time getting to the window, followed closely by his wife. By the time he arrived next to little Henry, however, the darkness had once more enveloped everything."
""July 2, 1947-Corona, New Mexico
It was the storm that would forever change the course of human destiny.
A small, curly-haired boy sat frozen in anticipation, watching it from the edge of an old, olive-colored chair. From his seat in front of a large living room window, he peered out into the night, gazing in awe at the fierce, frequent displays of lightning which appeared in stark contrast to the blackness of the dark, western night. Many of the vengeful flashes reached for the ground, while other multi-forked lightning bolts stretched across the sinister sky as far as the eye could see. Henry’s parents had long ago abandoned any hope of keeping the curious boy away from the window completely during such storms, so they had struck a compromise…the six-year old would sit in a chair well away from the window, yet close enough that he still maintained a commanding view.
While Henry took in the fabulous fireworks that lit up the night sky outside their home, his parents went about their daily routine, seemingly oblivious to the commotion outside. His father sat back in his recliner and quietly read War of the Worlds, while his mother busily worked to finish a sweater she’d been knitting for over a month.
“Wow!” Henry yelled out, pointing towards the window. “That one had like five forks—it was huge!” The boy’s eyes lit up, wide with wonder as a thunderous boom reverberated throughout the house. Jake Summers looked at his son and smiled, fondly remembering a time when, many years earlier, he had been the little boy sitting by the window, wondering at the awesome, raw power of nature on display.
The flashes of lightning and the booming thunder continued to intensify as Henry watched the ferocious storm come closer and closer. Two hundred yards away from the house, several trees stood on top of a tall hill. The boy watched closely in anticipation, expecting that the lightning would at any moment strike one of them.
That’s when he first saw it; an object, illuminated by the abundant lightning that surrounded it, was floating quietly above the tree line. In the brief seconds during which it was visible, the object had appeared to be a round, metallic craft of some sort. The lightning quickly disappeared however, immediately plunging the sky back into darkness so that he could not be certain what he had seen. He continued looking toward the tree line, hoping to catch another glimpse of the object during the next flash of lightning.
Suddenly, there was another huge flash of light, except this time it wasn’t lightning. A loud noise that sounded like a small explosion soon followed the flash. Everyone in the house had heard it, and Jake Summers wasted no time getting to the window, followed closely by his wife. By the time he arrived next to little Henry, however, the darkness had once more enveloped everything."
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Cybersp@ce, by Jeff W. Horton